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The information from the men they had interrogated had proved useful. Here they were, on Nanth'ri. They had been behind a bit. The thieves had been fast and both Crix and Brent had worked some stuff out with their original seller of the star fighters. But now they had to reclaim them for themselves.
There was a large hangar, at least one hundred meters wide and probably about fifty meters high. The doors had opened for a moment when a hover truck had gone inside. That had allowed Brent to get a glimpse of about sixteen people.
There were multiple ships inside. But Brent could see their starfighters in the middle of the hangar. They were equal distance from the back of the hangar as they were from the front. His macrobinoculars noticed that virtually all of the chop shop mechanics were armed to some degree. There were about seven or six guys with actual rifles and looked to be security. Though Brent would not pretend that only the security would fight back. The mechanics would probably shoot at the two rebels once they became known.
Handing over the macrobinoculars to Crix if he wanted them the man scooted back a little bit from the roof edge looking at the outside of the warehouse. "Alright bud. How should we do this? Grab a cardboard box and slowly take them out one by one? We could try to sneak past them and take our ships right out of there. It doesn't look like they've done anything to them, yet."