<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c7/0b/40/c70b40fa22c31104fc1dd073630d1a4c.jpg)</div>"Just 'Chief', please, Sergeant," Karn said quietly to Brekke as the leftenant strode off, with Garner following in her wake like the piece of chaff he was. As she watched him go, a cold, reptilian look came into her eyes, one the veteran non-com knew very well.  There was one REMF on-site who had better watch his ass as the op went forward. "If you have to be formal.  We're not military, just hired security." Her face eased a bit as she looked up at the towering Marine. "Honestly, we wouldn't even make a good mercenary cadre. We were here mostly to deal with the wildlife, break up brawls, prevent equipment theft, that sort of thing. I'm the only one with real combat experience, and it was not what you would call...formal." There<strong>had</strong>been two of them; Piriyeva had been a police officer of some sort before joining the Company. But she was gone now, had been on duty at the crumpled and slowly sinking end of the station when the plummeting supply ship had slammed into it. A pity. They had understood each other, the smoldering South African street rat and the frigid Russian officer. Had enjoyed each other's company. In several ways.<br/><br/>"Otherwise, Karn will do," she continued, then dove right into business. "We have several submersibles available, but they have a small crew capacity. Also a couple of crawlers that will float, but do not move very quickly in that mode. You might be able to enter through the Sci Division office, or through the Rec Center- those areas are still partly above water- or through the submersible bay at that end of the Station, if the doors still work.  What you'll find inside, I can't tell you. We lost almost all surveillance over there when the main power trunk was cut by the impact." Looking over at the 'volunteers', Shepard and Winter and Beauchamp, she nodded to them. "They can answer your questions with more precision than I can. But there's no need for us to stand out here." Raising her voice, she included the others. "We may as well use the Operations Center while the Administrator is...meeting...with the leftenant. We have station maps there, also."<br/><br/>The look was back as she mentioned Garner. Not just dangerous, downright feral. The look of someone who might do anything at all, if she felt it called for. "Schransky!," she barked into her wrist comm. "Start them gathering in the order we discussed. Keep them inboard for now, I don't want them getting under foot of the Marines. Jordan, MacClure. I want you two up here at the landing pads, to make sure no one does anything idiotic. Piretti, stay by the crawlers for now. Don't worry, we won't forget about you."<br/><br/>She grinned at Brekke again. "If any of our people get rowdy, it's better if we be the first line of discouragement. We're already the 'bad guys' in their minds. No need for the Corps to deal with the public relations issues around shooting at unarmed Company employees if it can be avoided." Waving for the collected scientists to follow, she started off at a rapid clip back into the Station, leading the way towards Operations. "And for God's sake, let us have this done in a hurry,<em> neh</em>?"