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began when a trio of bullets turned his face into a visceral spray of blood and gore.
    Before his body even hit the ground, Greg dove for cover back the way they had come. Carter and Linda opted to move deeper within, scurrying through an open door on the ground floor. Greg scoped the area and found a quartet of Dark Ops troops waiting for them, two up high, on the second story catwalk, two more on the ground. All armed, all armored. He snapped out from his hiding place, sighted one of the bastards and put a pair of rounds straight through his faceplate. Blood and glass sprayed through the air.
    The body tumbled over the edge of the catwalk and crashed onto one of the other troops below, sending him sprawling to the ground. Carter took advantage of it and put the man out of his misery. Linda felled the second man on the catwalk as Carter did this and the final Dark Ops troop found himself suddenly alone.
    Greg capped him when he started to retreat. Once it was clear there was no one else coming for them, the three survivors gathered over Nash's body.
    “Shit,” Cater grunted, then knelt and frisked him for ammo.
    “ I'm sorry,” Greg murmured.
    “ I didn't really know him, but we can't really afford to lose anyone. There's only a couple of dozen of us left, and who knows how many Undead and Dark Ops, and now those cyborg things Melissa's been talking about,” Linda replied.
    They gathered up ammo and moved on. The area they needed to reach turned out to be a small security room on the second floor of the antechamber. Greg and Carter cleared it, and then sent Linda in. They found the remains of three technicians and a pair of security guards on the floor. Linda grabbed a chair, sat down, and set to work.
    Greg listened to Carter report the situation. He wished they'd have issued him a radio and made a mental note to grab one once he got back. Time passed in uncomfortable fragments. Greg paced around the room, staring at screens, at the bodies, at the vents. Occasionally, he joined Carter at the door, which was the only way into the room. Finally, after what felt like ages, Linda finally spoke up.
    “ Security network is back up.” She declared.
    “ Thank God, can we get back to the hangar now?” Greg asked.
    “ Antsy?” She stood and joining them by the door.
    “ Just eager to get this show on the road. We are working on a bit of a timeline.”
    “ Guess that's true. Carter, what's the boss say?” Linda glanced at the security guard, who had his finger to his ear, clearly listening to someone on the other end. Greg waited impatiently for him to finish up.
    “ We've got confirmation, the network is back up. There's been more reports of Dark Ops in the base. Now that BioScan's back up, we can track them down. Boss wants us to do that, and then double-check the security locks.” Carter replied.
    Greg sighed, but figured it was probably for the best. There was no point rushing headlong into this whole thing without making for damn sure they were secure on the home front. He knew that rushing into things was often stupid, especially when guns were involved.
    “Well,” Linda said, “let's get to it.”

Chapter 03
    – Scavenger Hunt –
     
     
    The effects of the stimulant Kyra injected into him ran through Greg’s veins.
    He felt alive, alert, and desperately wanted to do things. He felt like he could take on the galaxy and still have room for a marathon. Things had died down since they'd left the security center. They'd had to wait around an agonizingly long time for a pair of security personnel and a technician to show up and make sure nothing else happened to it. In the meantime, other teams had secured all but one of the airlocks and other ways into the base and made sure that there were no Dark Ops survivors via the BioScan.
    Greg, Linda, and Carter headed for the final airlock, since it was nearest to them, making conversation as they walked.
    “How many people were here before the shit hit the fan?”