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foldout tables pushed up against a wall, their surfaces covered in pistols, shotguns, sub-machine guns, assault rifles, scattered bullets, shells, and magazines. It was a sight that warmed Greg's heart. He found himself grinning as he stared at the guns.
    “Load up. We've got some bulletproof vests, too. You want to prove your worth to me, you'll have to run a job. An important one, and right now.”
    “ What the fuck do you mean, 'prove our worth'?” Campbell asked.
    Greg sighed. “Campbell, shut up.” He looked at Lynch. “What do you need done?”
    “We managed to salvage a handful of drone guns from the Dark Ops research facility. We've been installing them, networking them so that we can use them to more properly secure the area. Something's gone wrong. The team I had working on it was almost done, and they just stopped reporting in,” Lynch explained.
    “ We'll go check it out,” Greg replied.
    “ Not so fast. Campbell, I want you to stay here in case we need an extra gun. Bishop, Mercer, you two will lead two separate teams. Mercer, your team will investigate a possible security breach. Bishop, your team will investigate what happened to the original team. Does anyone have any questions?”
    There were none. Lynch nodded and allowed them to suit up. Greg pulled on a bulletproof vest, then secured a holster to his hip and slid a pistol in. It felt good to have real weapons on him again. He selected a rifle and a handful of spare magazines, and then went off to meet his team. He was disheartened to find only three of them.
    “This is it?” he asked.
    The only woman among them, a tall blonde with a sharp gaze and a mildly disturbing smile, stepped forward. “We could say the same thing.”
    “I see,” Greg replied. “We should get to it. I'm Greg Bishop.”
    “ Linda Lawrence. I'm the technician. These two are meat-heads, they're security officers,” she replied, no malice in her voice, only a playful guile.
    “ Carter,” one of them said, nodding to Greg. He was bald and made of lean muscle. His eyes had a wide and nervous quality to them.
    “ Nash,” the other greeted. He was the larger of the two, his mouth a flat, grim line.
    “ Well, you know where you're going. Let's do this,” Greg replied.
    The trio headed out of the hangar, threading their way through the constantly shifting crowd of survivors, all going about their own tasks. The place reminded him of the military base he'd come to back on Dis, Fort Jackson. Dis felt like a million years ago already, another lifetime. Greg was still getting used to how completely fucked time could be. When you got right down to it, the whole concept seemed too flexible to really matter.
    The babble of voices fell away as they slipped out into the broad, gritty corridors of the station. Greg wished he could have had a little bit more time with Kyra, but was more than grateful for their moment in the shower. He kept having to remind himself that either one of them may die at any given moment.
    He tried to bring himself to more pleasant thoughts. As they made their way through the industrial wasteland, he turned to the others.
    “Anything interesting to know about this place?” he asked.
    The two security officers didn't seem too forthcoming, but Linda spoke. “Not really. I've worked here for three years. I was fairly high up on the engineering staff before all this shit went down. I know the installation was founded about a year before I showed up. Besides this incident, nothing worth mentioning has happened.”
    “What's it like, living in a place like this?”
    “ Not too different from living on a regular colony, except that you can't go outside without a suit and you've got to be extra paranoid about power failures and holes in the wall. What about you? Where'd you come from? Dis, I imagine.”
    “ Yeah, I was with Security-Investigations when it happened.”
    “ Oh really? I was with SI before I scrubbed out five years back. I was a technician