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safely disgorged it turned and flew back to the ship.
    Sergeant Fernanda organised the small group as they
hurled the ropes over the port side of the vessel. She was a tough
Marine and had been part of Captain Black’s unit back in
Afghanistan when they first encountered both the Taliban and the
undead.
    “Captain, ropes are in. We’re securing the position,
give us thirty seconds, out,” she spoke on her hands free radio
equipment.
    With just a single hand signal the Marines spread
out, examining the large front section of the super liner. The bow
section was shaped like a large letter ‘v’ and was completely flat,
save for the containers heaped onto the deck. The Sergeant moved to
the port side of the vessel so she could see down the side of the
ship. It all looked clear from her position.
    “Port side is clear,” she reported on her radio,
‘waiting for the status of the starboard side.”
    From opposite she spotted Brent, one of the newest
members of the unit, signalling the other side of the ship was
clear.
    “All clear, I repeat you are clear to board,” she
said firmly.
    “Affirmative,” came the response.
    Sergeant Fernanda smiled to herself, recognising the
coolness she always associated with Captain Black. He certainly
didn’t like to waste words. Overhead the UAV buzzed past, its small
engine grumbling as it moved off towards the aft of the ship.
Fernanda pulled out her military issue PDA and accessed the live
feed the aircraft was transmitting. They had started using these
smaller, unit operated UAVs in the urban combat whilst she was in
Iraq and they provided a critical view when a unit’s line of sight
was blocked. As the craft continued she noted the missing life
craft and boats, as well as what looked like red or black marks on
the floor.
    Brent arrived back whilst the other two helped the
first of the Marines from the hovercraft up onto the deck.
    “Brent, look at this,” she said as she handed the
device over to him.
    “Hmm, it could be a spill of some kind, looks like
dried blood though,” he answered as he passed the device back.
    “Yeah, knowing our luck it will definitely be
blood,” said Fernanda sarcastically.
    More of the Marines pulled themselves up over the
side of the ship and onto the forecastle. As each hit the deck they
readied their weapons and spread out to provide cover if needed.
Captain Black pulled himself over, assisted by another of the
Marines and dropped onto the deck. He spotted the Sergeant and
moved directly to her. As he approached she stood to attention and
saluted him.
    “Report, Sergeant,” he ordered.
    Sergeant Fernanda turned her PDA towards the Captain
and showed him the latest data.
    “So far the upper decks look clear though we have
spotted signs of a struggle, especially in this area,” she said as
she hit the review button.
    The display went backwards in time until it reached
the point where the UAV had passed what looked like blood. Captain
Black examined the feed in detail before making a call on his
radio.
    “Bring up the doctor,” he turned to Sergeant
Fernanda. “Good work, set up a temporary command post in the
bridge, he pointed upwards to the large structure covered in thick
glass windows.
    “Leave the ropes in position in case we need to
leave in a hurry. I want a three man detail guarding the
forecastle. The rest will split into two teams and work their way
up to the bridge. I’ll take the port side, you take the starboard
and we’ll meet in the middle.
    “Just like old times, Sir,” replied Sergeant
Fernanda with a smile.
    She moved off to organise the rest of the Marines
whilst Captain Black went back to his radio.
    “Black here. We’ve secured the forecastle and are
moving onto the bridge. Any updates on signs of survivors?” he
asked.
    There was a short pause before one of the crew from
the Moreau called back.
    “Captain Black, we have a very weak signal coming
from the Grand Lobby.”
    “What kind of signal?” he asked