After searching the entire CIC deck and the deck above and below Casela was certain that there were no more missing parts of the anomaly. “Stand down Fenrir. Go back to Gen.” The KAI9 headed in the opposite direction and Casela stepped into the lift. All that up, down, climbing, crawling and twisting about in the duct work was making her stomach nauseous. She stopped at the lounge and requested a travel mug of lemonade, hoping the virus would settle her stomach and then down to the RTF deck as ordered. She nodded to several of the officers and agents that she had worked with over the past year. She stopped at the door to Vonn’s office and pressed the chime.

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