Twenty minutes later, self-stitched and full of stimulant-subdued rage, Domino redonned the EVA suit. She strapped a portable med kit to her back and left the bay. Her sentry had been busy. A pile of bodies soaked the floor in crimson pools. The drone was out of ammunition. She entered the elevator, leaving it behind.
The lift shook to a stop a moment before power died. Domino looked up to the shaft access. “Why can’t things ever be easy? Just once I’d love to infiltrate a vacation planet, walk in, say hi, get what I need, leave. Soak vitamin D on a beach, served tea by a waitress wearing nothing but a smile.”