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“Got readings starting here and about the same on the other side of the laundry,” Damian said. “Let’s give it another few feet anyway to be safe once we open the door. There might be some wash before we get in and start a decon.”
Galen marked out a couple more paces beyond where Damian was standing. He nearly ran into a crewman carrying a bundle of laundry in a duffel bag. Galen held up a gloved hand. “Radiation in the laundry. Washes canceled for now.” Then. “We’re in a critical situation level and you’re doing laundry?”
The crewman shrugged. “I’m auxiliary. Thought it would be a good time. Nobody about to compete with the machines.”
“You’re lucky. Your gear’s not in there. We likely have to jettison it all.”
“Right. Don’t need more glow in the dark things,” Damian said to spur them on. “Let’s go here. I hate these suits.”

Galen taped off the corridor and marked it with a radiation sign. “Okay, let’s go in. I’ll crack the door and you confirm radiation levels. We’ll run a decon from the source out.”
“Ready,” Damian said, scanner at hand and ready as Galen worked to open the laundry door. “Opening here,” he said, trying the door.

• Galen and Damian

Opening the door the laundry room seemed normal enough. Radiation levels were as stated earlier. Dangerous without suits but with the ones the two had on they were fine for now. Looking around they would find though nothing amiss other then the seeping radiation from outside the hull.

GM CockRoach

Chief Engineer Bohannon was monitoring the radiation levels as the door opened. “It appears that radiation levels are acceptable at this time” said Bohannon. He waited for this engineering staff to comment further about this situation.

Bohannon, CE

“I’ve got a bead on the center of this,” Damien said. “Right above laundry unit three there.” He pointed a gloved hand, scanner in the other.
“Levels?” asked Galen, wanting to confirm.
“They’re fine in the hallway,” Damien confirmed. “Chief, you’re good here but need a suit to be safe to come in.” He smiled which was lost in the suit. “Unless you have lead underwear chief.”
Galen moved inside with the decontamination unit and paused. “Chief, fighting a fire we go for the source. Do I work my way to the center of this or start there and work out?” He was poised to shoot at the source but wanted confirmation.

Galen and Damien

Poking around the room for the source did indeed reveal a minor (read a VERY tiny pine prick or so hole) plugged hull breach near a greenish glob of nuclear waste stuck to the hull outside.

GM CockRoach