Chapter 18: Data Grab

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The gunfire had finally stopped.

"Think they're all dead out there?" Trent asked, standing up, popping his various joints as he did so. They'd been sitting on the floor, talking among themselves, for nearly twenty minutes, listening to the automated defenses kill off the cyborgs. The last spit of gunfire had sounded roughly three minutes ago, and dead silence had followed.

"Mostly. I'm sure the rest wised up and are hiding. If we stick to the main corridors, we should be fine...I mean, right? You did set those guns not to kill us right?" Drake replied.

Genevieve rolled her eyes. "Yes."

Trent chuckled. "Good thing. I'd hate to carry you two out of this place."

Genevieve sighed. "Let's go."

They left the control center for the automated defense network and stepped out into the corridor. A pair of cyborg corpses waited for them, pumped full of holes, in little pools of dark amber liquid. Trent stepped cautiously over the bodies, leading the way, rifle in hand. He was running a little low on ammo and wasn't looking forward to fighting some more of these creepy things off if he had to. He passed through a door at the back and led the others through the lonely, bullet-riddled corridors until they had reached the control room.

It was a nasty mess, broken equipment and blood everywhere.

"Damn, they got hit hard," Drake muttered.

"Yeah, well, sucks to be them," Genevieve replied, crossing the room and firing up one of the consoles. "Watch my back while I see if I can't figure some of this shit out."

"You're real fun to work with," Trent said as he moved to cover one half of the room while Drake moved to cover the other.

"I usually work alone."

"Really? I couldn't tell," Trent replied.

Silence passed. Trent kept expecting something nasty to crash in through the vents or one of the doorways, but the base was eerily silent. After five minutes, Genevieve called them over. "So, there's bad news and annoying news."

"What's the bad news?" Trent asked.

"The data isn't here. The control room has been severed from the mainframes, so I need to go physically retrieve the data from the mainframe room, which isn't too far away luckily," Genevieve replied, still staring at the screen.

"And the annoying news?" Drake asked.

"BioScan shows one life sign besides us. He's in the dorms wing. He might be the scientist. So I want you two to go find him and see if he was worth hunting down."

"Who put you in charge?" Trent asked, grinning.

Genevieve shrugged. "Or don't. You can just stand around and let me finish the job for you."

Drake chuckled. "Come on."

Trent decided that he was liking Genevieve more and more as the mission went on. He really hoped they both made it out of this one alive, and hoped even further that she'd say yes to a midnight exercise session once they were back on the Atonement. He and Drake memorized the route to where they needed to go, then left the control room.

They quickly began to navigate the corridors and rooms, retracing their route through the command wing back to the crossroads. Trent felt a bit of frustration begin to set in. They'd pretty much cleared this installation and they were still nowhere close to finishing the mission. All they had was the data, well, probably, provided nothing went wrong. But still no artifact, no scientist, nothing but a lot of death and destruction for their troubles.

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