Si vis pacem...

[Enkidu]

In the compartment, Gunda was sufficiently stewed that her organs might slake off her frenzied skeleton that, in dying act, would loose an errant round."What the Fra.. They're on the move...."Gunn muttered, just as the feed died. The station was filled with distortion barriers to prevent subspace data bursts from compartment to compartment. Junkers knew their clientele - for all of the station's makeshift nature, the compartments were crawling with eldritch means of preventing a man from murdering another man. She swore. Crap. Bursting out of the crawlspace wouldn't help anyone. She eyeballed Alise's position data. Towards the hangar. If she was being kidnapped, that would add to three.

Gunn linebacked into the marine blocking her exit between her and the above service hatch, knocking all foot-and-a-half advantage of him spine first into a extremely tetanus-inducing cooling conduit. "Didn't you hear me crackup, "Move!" A Neural terminal. Gun's prise fish was in the net. Perhaps she could save its flesh before she was cooked. There wasn't betting odds.

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