Gizmo fell into step with the other Marines while moving towards the rally point. He noted the direction that Senjo was facing, and looked the opposite way. His computer sat on his inside of his forearm and constantly scanned for motion. Like the other sensors around him, it showed a whole lot of nothing. He could feel the tense atmosphere like a blanket around him, almost to the point of suffocation. His finger repeatedly stroked the trigger guard while he absently dodged the melted pieces of metal from their previous close encounter.<em>”Maybe they decided we weren’t very good snacks after last time”</em>he whispered hopefully.<br/><br/>Senjo overheard him, and replied in her casually cool manner “That theory is unsound, Gizmo. We must assume that they absorbed the same losses from the original colonists, at least in the beginning. The attack was merely an attempt to gauge our strength and response time, therefore…”[/i] Senjo’s head appeared to cock slightly to the side before she brought her rifle up in a more ready position<em>”They’re here.”</em>was all she had time to say before Gizmo’s motion sensor, not to mention those around him, responded to multiple contacts around them.<br/><br/>As his heart crawled into his throat to abandon ship, Gizmo brought the shotgun up with his finger on the trigger. He stole looks to his computer and was terrifyingly puzzled<em> “How the hell did they get around us so fast!? What the f…”</em>was all he got out before his words were cut off by the banging on the service corridor. Dread made the color drain from his face. Something that could make a door like that buckle was not going to be bothered by the pea-shooter in his hands. Before the door could effectively be blown off, Gizmo had slung the shotgun and grabbed a det charge from his pack.<br/><br/>As he fell back to Jennifer, he showed her the charge and yelled<em>”time to go!</em>as the door flew from the opening. He used the beast’s posturing time to set the charge, and tossed it as close as possible to him, before moving at a spring with the rest of the platoon. It was on a short-timer, but the reality was that they didn’t have long if the fucker caught up with them anyway.<br/>