The red lumin-globe turns green. There's a hiss in the center of the chamber. A pale light flares up, showing the deadly cargo held in the chamber. Frost covers the façade of the pod with a light haze of steam coming off. Tubes and wires protrude from the floor into the pod. The pod moves into position on the launcher; wires and conduits retract and sink back into the darkness. The lights begin to flash and there's an explosion. The pod blasts out into the darkness of space and destined to the unknown.
Neuro-links feed the mission details to the suspended assassin. Topographical maps, last known positions, identity photos, and other data stream through his unconscious mind. The details implanting themselves into his subconscious, like the columns of a building: unmovable and strong. The thrusters of the pod align themselves to the planet below and anchor it in geosynchronou