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“Feel free to cut soht timescale,” Kaminski shouted

“Fuck you, ’Ski”

“Is five h?” Olsen asked

I shrugged “It will have to be Be prepared for heavy resistance en route, people”

My suit indicated that the Krell were all over the main corridor They would be in the APS by now, probably waiting for us to fall back

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

“Once the charges are in place, I want a defensive perimeter around that door,” I ordered

“This can’t be rushed”

The scraping of claws onintense I wondered which defence would be the first to give: whether the Krell would co or the door

Kaminski looked back at Jenkins expectantly Olsen just stood there, his breathing so hard that I could hear him over the communicator

“And done!”

The third charge snapped into place Jenkins was up, with Martinez, and Kaminski was ready at the data ter on our position I had no tiy for our retreat

“Jenkins – put down a barrier with your torch Kaminski – on my mark”

I dropped my hand, and the doors started to open The roaned in protest I into the h

Stinger-spines – flechette rounds, the Krell equivalent of ar ammo – showered the room Three of the fro streamers of blood Krell tech is so much more fucked-up than ours The spines were poison-tipped and h toxins to kill a bull My suit futilely atte a cocktail of adrenaline and anti-venom