First squad moves quickly, placing demo packs on each fighter or attack craft as they work their way down the line. Second squad provides overwatch, moving with staccato bursts of fire. Taking out those techs still in the hanger. I look for my target as I head towards the rear of the arming station. A set of doors with broad red and yellow diagonal stripes, leading to the missile storage magazine.

A glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eye and I duck. A large metal tool swings just over my helmet. The momentum carries the swinging tech past me as I turn and fire a burst into his side. The blood spurts out but does not fall, it hangs in the air like a crimson cloud. I see his eyes, grey, staring at me. He blinks twice and they become unfocused. His body hangs in the air, slowly rotating and moving away from the impact of my burst.

Beyond him I see the doors. I race up and press the access button.