Sydney suddenly felt a whitehot flare of pain and fell to her hands and knees, gagging and gasping.  The pain was gone as if it never happened and she ripped the repirator off as she vomited.  She gasped air through the repirator and removed it again to spit and clear her mouth, then replaced it and struggled along with the marine.<span style="color: navy">"My name is Sydney by the way."</span>The marine grunted and nodded as he swept the corridor ready to go ahead again.  They made it to a four-way intersection of corridors and the side passages airlocks were sealed.<br/><br/><b>"Try and open the portside lock Syd.  I'm Tate.  If we survive, I'll defini...  Aaaacckk."</b>The airlock opened and a red beam sliced through Tate and bisected him from shoulder to hip.  Sydney screamed and tried to slam the heavy lock shut, that move saved her life as the beam sliced the edge of the lock clean off and she ran down the corridor.  She slid around the corner and panted.  She tried to calm herself and trotted along this passageway strange and surreal in a blinking barrage of emergency lighting and arcing standard lights.  Sobbing in fear and near exhaustion Sydney looked wildly around.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"HELLO?  Is anyone here?  Medic Morimoto here!  Sergeant?  I don't know where I am.  Marine Tate is dead, there are Grey drones after me.  I will evade as long as I can."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>