Downing a sugar concentrate from a metallic pouch that substituted for a meal on the field, I walked toward Senjo and the computer she was working at when she called me over. My shotgun had been "sheathed" on my back, the barrel pointed down with the handle a quick draw away. My foot steps sounded to loud to me, my mind preparing myself for what I was about to see. I was expecting video of those aliens ripping apart the colonist but I got something even more confusing.<br/><strong>"They fucking left the colony..." </strong><br/><br/>There was a sliver of hope for those colonist but not much, the terrain outside this colony was hard but livable with proper equipment. According to what they had taken, they could scrounge up some sort of existence out of the walls of this pre-fab hunk of steel.<br/>A new thought stabbed into my brain, a hunch as some would call it and I looked over to the synthetic with my eyes. Man made or not I could feel what she wanted, perhaps my own hopes were reflected with my so called "perception."<br/><strong>"Find me a maintenance corridor, air duct, anything we can use to sneak towards the control room Senjo." </strong><br/>I reached for another sugar concentrate pouch and began to suck it down, I was going to need the energy I was gonna have a long night...