:: As Adams spun and moved toward cover, a second blast from Sinclair's phaser raked across the computer banks beside Sinclair. If he didn't know better, it was almost have seemed like the Ensign was firing at<em>him</em>.<br/><br/>:: Scanning the entrance he'd come through, he could see nothing. But he could feel the heat from the slagged computer banks near him. At this rate, there would be no data from the Station left to recover.