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asked.
    Captain Bradley
got to his feet and took a step towards Sean, holding his hand up towards
Swanson. “Hold up Chief, I know you are not happy, but rushing to decisions and
pushing us forward isn’t going to solve anything right now.”
    Completely
ignoring the Captain’s words, Sean said, “Sir, with all due respect, the next
time I knock on a door you better move your ass and answer it! You almost got
Brad and I killed out there while you took your sweet ass time unlocking that
door. Consider this fair warning. I suggest you ready your weapons; we will be taking this building back in two hours. Now Swanson, what do we know
about the platform?”
    Captain Bradley
moved back to his seat and sat heavily without saying a word. Swanson looked
around the room, but realizing there would be no support if she continued the
argument, she began to explain what she knew to Sean.
    “Well, this is
the housing and business block; it used to house the trades guys, pipe fitters,
welders, rough necks, stuff like that. We moved all of the military in here. There
were only about fifty of us in total. There are three floors; first two are
offices, and the top floor is housing cells. Twelve rooms and an open lounge. The
helipad is on the roof.”
    “Food? Water?”
    “Yeah, there’s a
stocked galley upstairs, but the water is off until we get the lights back on.”
    “And next door?”
Sean questioned.
    “The next
building over is the controls unit. It houses the radio tower and most of the
switches for the platform’s equipment. The far corner facility is the power
station; it has generators and such. That’s where I worked. We kept the power
plant running and it must be abandoned now. I’m sure that’s why the lights are
out,” Swanson finished.
    “Can you get the
power back on?”
    “Yeah sure,
easy, I’m sure the tanks just ran dry. I’ll just need some help switching over
the barrels … this place has plenty of fuel on hand,” Swanson said.
    “What’s below
us?” Sean asked.
    “That’s the
industrial deck. We didn’t go down there much, since PAK-PETROL was in charge
of that space. They’ve been housing all of their people there. The very bottom
deck was where they were loading and offloading crews from the ships.”
    “Okay, clear as
mud then. Alright everyone, get your gear together. Be ready to move out in two
hours,” Sean said as he started to break down his MP5 for another round of
cleaning.
    Brad leaned back
in his chair. He was extremely frustrated and sore from his battle on the deck
with the primal. He had no interest in Sean’s plan to clear the building, yet
he understood completely the importance of the mission. If they were going to
survive, they would have to regain their ground. He wouldn’t argue the
decision. Brad knew it was the right thing to do, even if it wasn’t the
easiest.
    He dug through
his bag, pulled out a fresh set of MultiCams and got dressed. He grabbed his
rifle and inspected it. He hadn’t fired it in a few days, but still he removed
the bolt and oiled all of its components. He checked and double-checked his
magazines. He still had close to a combat load’s worth of ammo, and there were
still hundreds of rounds in his rucksack. Grabbing his vest, he made sure
everything was secure and then placed his last fresh set of batteries into his
night vision goggles.
    Once Brad was
confident he would be ready for the coming mission, he leaned his head back
deep into the chair and pulled his patrol cap over his eyes.

 
    6.
     
     
     
    When he opened
his eyes, Brad saw Sean trying to look through the glass of the doors leading
into the hallway. Brooks was standing behind him, readying his weapons and
attaching gear to his chest harness. Swanson was leaning over her boots,
tucking in the laces; her M4 was sitting beside her. Both officers were also up
digging through their small flight bags.
    Even though Brad
was far from his normal routine, he still followed a mental