So they all say.

[Yaoquizque]

What a mess...
Moira passed the back of her hand on her forehead. She shouldn't have taken off her helmet. It smelled awful in here.
Well... What she would find in this gunboat's guts was worth the lack of comfort... Granted she would find anything, that is.

But it looked promising so far. The inside was pretty much intact... If one ignored the numerous burns on the walls... And the mess on the ground.
What the hell happened here?

She found the first corpse on her way to the engines room. Shot in the back.

Moira squatted near it once she pushed it with her foot to turn it over and, considering the body thoughtfully, began to pout in concentration.
That pout however quickly turned into a grimace when an unbearable smell eventually reached her nose. She swiftly started to search the corpse.

Not much to loot. Leaving the dead, she headed back to the engines room.
The atmosphere started to be oppressive in here...

She instantaneously halted, listening. A creepy noise was coming from the chamber.

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"Hour is over. Let's go."
Carlin took a puff from his cigar instead of replying.

"Okay we go." eventually added Wilson, deciding silence implied consent "I will go warm up the engines."
"Minute." Finally said Carlin as his comrade was about to leave the main room.
"Oh sure. One minute. And then we will wait one more minute and then we will all die here because you couldn't just tell that fool 'no'."

Carlin sighed and slowly stood up.
"I will go pick her up. Don't leave without us, Carlin."
That said, he gave the man a final stare and headed out.

"As if i could fly alone that piece of junk anyway..." mumbled Wilson once he left the room.

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