Lieutenant van Dijk slipped through a ragged hole in the high-security fence that had clearly been cut by explosives of some kind. Up ahead she had movement, a small group - three to five. She found cover behind a tall stack of cargo containers and took stock, seeing nothing. With the patience of a natural-born hunter she merely kept waiting. Her patience was, at length, rewarded. Two figures walked by, both armed. One with a sidearm and the other with some kind of lightweight personal defence weapon. Neither were wearing Martian or UN gear or markings, nor readily-identifiable uniforms from registered private security groups. Hostiles. Eva shifted positions, moving along behind them as they continued their patrol towards one of the landing pads that served this cargo facility. She saw at least another pair there, making use of the elevated platform for a tactical advantage. Pulling out an empty soya-fibre drinks cup she had picked up earlier for this very moment, she underarmed it at a cargo container behind her. The soft, cardlike object landed softly but rolled against the metal surface and let out a small reverberatory noise. "What was that?" "Well, I don't know." "Hey, someone's there. Guys, go and check it out." "Aight, aight. Cover us, won't you?" "Sure, just go. Go already. Hey! You out there! Come out with your hands up!" Having taken a reasonable estimate on the positions of the four hostiles from their audio, she stepped out. "Lieutenant van Dijk, United Nations Navy. You are ordered to surrender or face -" She was interrupted by a handgun-calibre bullet that came off her shoulder pauldron, but that was just fine. She tugged her sidearm out of its holster - no sense wasting primary weapon ammunition on these clowns - and pulled up a good sight picture. The recoil-counterweighted gun spat rounds downrange with little ceremony but devastating effect, easily making a mess of the closer two. Torso, head, switch target, torso, head. She adjusted range and was reacquiring her targets when something appeared in her peripheral vision. It moved fast horizontally - leapt off the top of a stack of containers. Knuckled down onto the landing pad and promptly tore apart the last two there with quick swipes of its long claws. Turned a gaze full of intelligence malice towards her. Out of nothing more than a morbid curiosity, Lieutenant Eva van Dijk put two rounds in its head. Her magazine contained alternating hollow-points and armour-piercing incendiary rounds, but neither made much difference - the former knocked its head aside and the latter was a through-and-through hit accompanied by a smoky flash of burning compound. It shook itself off and made a ten-metre leap towards her. The Naval Intelligence officer reholstered her sidearm, armed a stun grenade and dropped it behind her before leaning forwards into an assisted dead sprint. "Titan Molok One blind transmit. Mission primary target hard contact location 16(A)-37(F)-25(3) request immediate assistance. Molok One headed eastbound regrouping Crash Site Molok. Any receiving units please repond. Message repeats. Titan Molok One blind transmit. Mission primary target..." Holy fuck.