"Clear"....<br/><br/>"Clear"....<br/><br/>"Clear"...<br/><br/>The calls came over the secure helmet comm one after another, as the platoon moved forward down the multiple corridors of the ship's deck. Paige led from the front as was her job, with the LT to the rear, keeping tabs on things. She kept the heavy weapons with her, setting them up at each cross deck access point they passed. "Damonsen, set up there. That corridor should be clear. Anything moves, shoot it" She instructed one of the SAW carriers. "Holstein, you're with her. Any sign of movement you..."<br/><br/>"Sarge, It's Weston, I've got an uneven pressure reading on C-557" The call interrupted her.<br/><br/>"Copy that, Weston. Stay put. Keep back from the hatch, move to the last room you know was clear and check it again. If it's still clear, take cover in it. Keep an eye on 557, but watch your flanks. They can burn through bulkheads!"<br/><br/>Paige tapped Deville and his oppo on the helmet. "You two with me. Vic, you too!" Paige had deliberately paire herself with the one member of the platoon she knew she could trust in a firefight. "Rest of you, keep moving forward, follow your deck plans, and set up one pair at each cross deck. Move!"<br/><br/>She hoped they would follow orders. But Paige needed to see what was going on at corridor five, room fifty seven. "Weston, sitrep".<br/><br/>"We're in 556 across the corridor. Nothing to report."<br/><br/>"Wilkinson, you and Franks're closest, get your arses down there."<br/><br/>"On the way, boss." Boss? Wilkinson was a vet then. Good.<br/><br/>It took nearly a minute for Paige to reach the site, because she took a detour. With Vicky as rearguard, the four of them took a longer route, jumping ahead of the scouts, risking being cut off, but coming to a cross corridor between three and five that was beyond 557.<br/><br/>She was just turning the corner to head back towards the suspect room when Weston called in. "Sarge, Weston. The pressure's equalised. Checking the room now."<br/><br/>"Negative, Weston, hold position. Do not open that d..."<br/><br/>"AGGGGH!" The scream was audible down the corridor, as was the staccato chatter of small-arms fire.<br/><br/>"SHIT!" Kerry swore loudly, then got on the radio "Incursion, C-deck, corridor five, section five. LT, I request ship command seal this section. We'll let you know when it's safe to open it. Code phrase for safe and no duress will be 'I'll shoot you in the back if you do!'" The sergeant smirked and unsafed her Kalashnikov. This was going to be ticklish!