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shared custody. Lise and little Brendan were his family.
      He had to get to them.
    “Well, we’re all stranded up here,” Riggs replied. “There’s no pods left; Davis jettisoned every one of them, including the one he hid his own hypocritical ass in.”
    “Wait,” Dwight cut in. He looked at Ben. “You came here in a pod…”
    “Forget it.” Ben waved him off. “I used ninety percent of the fuel cells just getting here. It wouldn’t have enough juice to make a controlled descent empty, much less carrying a person.” He thought about his mad dash to the station and he realized there might be a way, after all. He grinned.
    “I might be able to get our hands on a shuttle.”

Thin Hope
From : [email protected]
     
To : Oversight23@(withheld).gov ;
     
CC : Steering23@(withheld).com
     
Subject : Progress of Project Chronos – Live testing protocols.
     
This is Dr. Dwight Young. Dr. Narcisse has succumbed to the infection and took his own life. His remains were destroyed along with two research assistants when we flashed the alpha lab. As Dr. Narcisse’s account is the only one with surface access, I am using it to notify you that the experiment is now being conducted out of lab number two.
     
We believe the subjects in lab two have acquired an immunity to the infection as a result of their successful uptake of the alien organelle. Not having the luxury of time, we have injected our staff with the phase three serum. It seems to have prevented the spread of infection among our group as well as reversing the early stages in two of our team.
     
We appear to be too late to save the two hundred other staff on the station who were not connected with our project. The majority of the station didn’t have the same containment protocols that exist in our compartments.
     
Dr. Davis is almost certainly the cause of their infection. He toured the entire facility before locking us down and escaping.
     
Dr. Mortensen was right, and he’s lucky he won’t have to live through what’s coming.
     
Dr. Dwight Young
     
Using the account of:
     
Dr. Kelvin Narcisse
Gaia Bio Design
23345 W. Wacker Dr, Chicago, IL

Tartarus Station
    Low Earth Orbit
    T he sudden staccato of automatic weapons fire caused all eyes to fall on Ben. He took a deep breath. “That means our ride is here,” he told them. “A team sent to kill me and keep the whole thing quiet, and it sounds like they’ve run into your infected co-workers. We should be able to get to the shuttle before they realize we’re not up here anymore.”
    “Is nobody else thinking we’re betting on the wrong horse here?” Dr. Brown spoke for the first time. “No offense, detective, but you’re one guy with a pistol. We’re supposed to throw in with you against a team of soldiers?”
    “No offense taken,” Ben said mildly, “but you’re assuming they’ll rescue you after I’m dead. I’m sure they do have some leeway in interpreting their orders but those orders are to clean up loose ends. Now that they’ve seen this place, I’m thinking they’ll decide the whole damn station is a pile of loose ends.”
    “We can’t know that,” Brown said with alarm.
    “What are the chances that everyone in this room can be relied on to keep quiet?” Ben spread his hands out to the side as though the idea should be able to speak for itself. “After all you’ve been through?” He shook his head. “No, they’ll kill you too.”
    “He’s probably right,” Dwight said over his shoulder before turning back to a screen on the wall. “Whoever’s out there with all those guns, I don’t know them from a hole in the ground. I trust Detective Marks. I’m going with him.”
    Ben crossed over to stand by Dwight. “This is a security feed?”
    “Yep. Our screens tie into the main systems. It looks like our new friends are bogged down in the common area between the bay and our labs.” He pointed to one of the many screen-in-screens. “They’re in the