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for an Investigations team.”
    “ What went wrong?”
    “ Nothing exactly...it was like a lot of little things. Bad calls, obvious favoritism, and a bit of sexism thrown in for good measure.” She shrugged. “I got fed up with it. I kept getting passed over for promotion. I'm good at my job. That's not arrogance talking, that's confidence, and fact. I know what I'm doing. I got passed over because some idiot's son wanted the position, or some higher ranking officer's slutty mistress sucked him off for a raise. After taking, and leaving, a few jobs, I finally came out here. It was like going out on a limb, but it really worked.”
    “ Doesn't seem like the kind of place to avoid things like sexism,” Greg murmured.
    “ You'd think so...and it's true, in a way. There's also a sense of...bluntness, I guess? Sure, the miners will give you the eye and the whistle if you’re a girl, but if you tell them to fuck off and really mean it, they'll respect that, too.”
    They came to the end of the corridor. Greg felt a cold whispering across the back of his neck. He hesitated, and the security officers sensed it and did so as well.
    “What is it?” Linda whispered picking up on their movement.
    “ Dunno...something bad. Feels like we're being watched,” Greg murmured back.
    He studied the corridor they were in. It could be a Creeper, he realized, but that didn't quite feel right. He supposed that was because when a Creeper was on your ass, you didn't know it until the thing burst out of a vent grate.
    Somebody whispered up ahead, and Greg raised his rifle. There was another corridor branching away from them to the right, a few meters up ahead. Greg made quick hand gestures to the others, who moved with him to the right wall. He led them, at the front of the line, and crept up to the corner. He peered as cautiously as he could around the corner and snapped his head back as a shot rang out and glanced off the wall beside him.
    “ Dark Ops.” He yelled, flipping his rifle to full auto, sticking it around the corner and blind-firing into the soldiers.
    “ Cover me.” He snapped as his gun clicked empty.
    Greg sprinted across the gap, rushing over to the corresponding corner, and narrowly avoided a short hail of gunfire that responded to his presence. Carter took up the place where he had been and opened fire. Greg slapped a fresh magazine in, switched the gun back to single-shot and prepared himself for combat.
    He and Carter worked fast, popping out and taking quick shots at the Dark Ops troops. There were half a dozen of them, and they didn't have anywhere to go, as the hallway offered no cover. Between the two of them, they managed to fell the squad in under a minute. After a few seconds, the two emerged from their hiding places.
    “ I guess we know what happened to your team,” Greg said.
    “ Shit, this is not good. We've got teams on all the airlocks...” Carter activated a radio and talked rapidly into it.
    Greg, Linda, and Nash moved forward and began policing up ammo from the corpses. Carter joined them a moment later.
    “I've sent for someone to come and recover the guns. Come on, we need to get to that damned network node and secure this area.”
    “ How'd they get in?” Greg asked as the hurried on.
    “ We had to tie the drone guns into our whole security network. Cameras and sensors are currently down,” Linda explained.
    “ Then how'd you know about me and Powell at the airlock?”
    “ Kinda hard to miss a couple of guys in a ship who announce their presence. We were watching you. This place does have windows,” Linda replied.
    Greg felt stupid about the question and said nothing. Several more minutes passed, the silence punctuated only by Carter's conversation with whoever was on the other end of his radio link. Greg imagined the base springing into action now that they actually knew Dark Ops troops had penetrated the structure.
    They came at last to a two-storied room.
    “ Almost there-” Nash