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Chapter 7 In the Nick of Time “Are you sure about this?” Booker asked, holding the glass-fronted helmet sceptically, “I’ve done a lot of crazy things in my time, but taking a walk in space is a new one.” The private investigator was standing in the Normandy’s forward airlock, already wearing a bulky spacesuit and magnetic boots. With him was the ship’s silver-haired medical officer, Karin Chakwas. “You’re the only person here who can do it,” Doctor Chakwas replied, taking the helmet and placing it over his head. “Are you kidding lady? Up until yesterday, I didn’t even know space travel was possible!” “And I didn’t know that different universes existed until yesterday. We’re all learning new things Mr. DeWitte.” She locked the helmet into place and there was a rush of air as the suit pressurised. Booker sighed. The ship’s computer had detected something moving around the ship’s hull. They had not been able to get any images of it, but they knew it needed to be removed before

Chapter 6 The Monsters in the Machine “Doctor!” cried Sarah. “Nobody move! Put your hands up!” snapped a female voice. Staying still, the Doctor felt the weapon’s barrel dig into his skin. He could tell it was a shotgun by its width, not that it did him much good at that moment. “Let him go,” he heard Xena order in a deadly calm voice. “Stand down at once!” ordered Benton, swinging around, Sterling submachine gun at his shoulder, aimed at the person threatening the Doctor. “One move and your friend is history!” the woman threatened, jabbing the shotgun more forcefully against the Doctor’s neck. Still in the transit car with Sarah and Gabrielle, Xena unhooked the chakram from her belt. It was a circular blade designed for throwing, perfect for this sort of kill. Slowly she edged around the transit car’s doorway, getting a better view of the assailant. Standing in the doorway of a side room was a skinny woman with dark hair and wearing a set of green overalls, a long-barrelled

Chapter 5 The Ghosts of Sevastopol Station With a gentle hiss, the airlock opened, and a silent darkness greeted the two teams. Stepping forward, Shepard raised his M-76 Revenant machine gun and switched on its tactical torch, revealing a long, hexagon-shaped corridor. Casting the beam around, he saw boxes, tools and lengths of cable scattered across the floor, while several wall panels had been removed. “Stay alert everyone,” he ordered, “I don’t like the look of this.” With Tali and Garrus at his side, Shepard advanced down the corridor at a steady pace, keeping the Revenant aimed straight ahead. Sherlock and his companions followed, while Benton’s squad stayed a short distance behind. Before leaving the Normandy, each team member had been supplied with an electric torch and radio, allowing them to stay in contact anywhere on the station. The further they went, the more discarded equipment they came across, as if people had abandoned their work halfway through. “What on