The Armored Personnel Carrier's seats had been custom-made for towering giants clad in armor and were not suited to ordinary people.
Master Wong occupied one of the seats. Above it was a mechanical device—a locking safety latch used to secure the shoulder plates of a Gene-modded Warrior's Power Armor, a standard safety feature on troop transports designed for Gene-modded Warriors, such as Assault Transports and Shuttlecraft. Master Wong believed that even if the latch came down, he could still stand on the seat and dance in his spacesuit.
This was the first time he had complained because a vehicle's safety measures were too loose, but no matter what, he did not want there to be a next time. It was only after the breacher squad leader reminded him that he noticed the X-shaped safety belts on either side of the seat. Under the watchful eyes of the Gene-modded Warriors, he awkwardly strapped himself in tight, like an adult sitting in a child seat in the back of a car.
"Mistletoe Squad will escort you to the designated location. You may call me Davis. I am this squad's captain." The breacher squad leader set his boarding shield into a recessed slot beside the seat and secured it, but he did not put down the Explosive Rounds Gun in his arms. The Armored Personnel Carrier's passenger compartment had insufficient standard lighting for an ordinary person to see their surroundings clearly. The exterior environment was dim, and even eyes nearly capable of microscopic vision needed time to adapt. "I know you, Master Wong. At Vatoum Temple, we took part together in the Emperor's restraint of local Psionics."
"That was a massacre," Master Wong said. "It was no good thing."
"Events proved it was correct, just as the mission we are about to undertake