Two dark shapes winked into existence beside them. The Montjoy vehicles were sleek and tapered, reminiscent of broad-headed sharks without dorsal fins. Thrust-vectoring nozzles made slight bulges at strategic points along the vehicle’s surface. The canopy over the cockpit was blanked this time. For this run the Montjoys would be relying purely on their sensor suites. Andy’s name hung in the air above one of the vehicles, the dark letters beckoning him forward. He took a slow tour around the Montjoy, admiring its looks.