“Eyes up guys, I don’t think we’re alone.” Crash said.
They entered a darkened bay full of moving shadows and horrible moans. Bodies littered the floor. As the four Rangers approached, groans turned into roars. Men and women, clad in tattered Carrion overalls, charged. “They’re unarmed!” Crash yelled, hesitating to raise his rifle.
The first worker, with graying hair and cracked skin, reached with gnarled fingers for Crash. CRACK. A burst from the corner woke him as the worker’s skull exploded in a bloody mess. The headless corpse slid to his feet.
“They don’t want hugs, stupid!” A voice called from the rafters. Domino, wearing the majority of a torn EVA suit, held a long rifle. She squeezed the trigger again, taking out another worker.
The four rangers formed an arc and opened fire. Bodies piled up to their knees. After tense silence, Crash lowered his gun. “Clear.”
“Clear.” The other three sounded off.
Domino dropped from the crossbeams. “About time you showed up. I’ve been stuck up there for days.”
Rhu and Lupien trained rifles on her. Crash stepped forward. “I have questions.”
Domino looked at the barrels pointed at her. “So do I. It’s easier to answer when I don’t have to worry about a bullet.”
Casteel holstered his rifle in the magnetic lock on his back. “Don’t mean to interrupt, but who the hell are you, lady?”
“I’m here for the same reason you are.” They followed her gaze to the foreboding structure in the center of the hangar.
“It can’t be,” gasped Crash.