.............................................. .* * \ /\ .* O . . .. ..O .. 343 24 Apr 2001 ) ( ') .* O O* o o o o o o o ( / ) * ***O O O O O O O O O \( _)| * O o o.*..o.*..o.*..o. .net "Paranoid" * * O * *. o |\ _,,,---,,_ * * /,`.-'`' -. ;-;;,_ * * |,4- ) )-,_..;\ ( `'-' by Res * * '---''(_/--' `-'\_) *mE0w* o *. .......................................* 'Anada is cat-friendly..o*` Vernon edged down the corridor. There was something here he was sure of it. His Bio-scanner hadn't detected anything. But he was sure it was here. He held his gun in a tight grasp, counting on it to save his life. The corridor lights flickered, as the main generator struggled to come back online. Whatever had hit them, had hit them hard. Vernon hearing something scuttling around, pointed his gun in the direction of the sound. As the attached Bio-scanner fed back its results, he crouched down in nervous anticipation. Suddenly the scanner clicked, indicating it had finished its readings. The man tightened his grasp as he saw the results. Then letting out a sigh, he relaxed a little, he'd heard a rat. Thanking God for the small mercy that the rest of the crew wasn't present he carried on towards the engineering deck. As Vernon crawled through the access tube, he could feel himself sweating, raising his arm he wiped his face clean. Checking the scanner indicated he was directly above the engine. He only had to travel just over 40 metres before he was above the engineering deck. Hearing a hiss, he came to a stop. De-holstering his pistol, he started its activation cycle. For the next minute he sat patiently, listening to his breath. When the weapon confirmed it had fully charged he continued on. Now he could hear every breath, every heart beat. He couldn't help it. As he neared the corner that was emitting the hissing, the sounds of his body disappeared. He slowly stuck his head around the corner. He watched as gas leaked from the supply pipe. Slowly he de-activated the pistol and holstered it. Pulling his rifle forward, he checked the scanner. Right now he was directly over Central Engineering. Switching on his wrist torch he pulled the grating out of the floor. He dropped down onto the floor with a thud. He could taste the moisture in the air. Gas from the upstairs pipes must be leaking down here, he thought. He could hear a distant thumping, which he could swear was getting closer. As he moved his torch around the room, he could see the main Generator was banging away, trying to restart. Now Vernon could see the problem, a peace of rubble had fallen down blocking the path of the internal coils. Suddenly Vernon became aware of footsteps, maneuvering in the dark. Not wanting to face whatever it was in the dark, Vernon pulled his rifle off of his shoulder, and used it to move the rubble out of the way. As the generator began whirring up to full speed, he snatched his hand back. Suddenly the lights came back online. Vernon's radio burst into life. Ignoring the communications, he turned round to confront the enemy. The enemy wasn't there. Stood before him was Engineer Masely. His uniform was covered with dirt and grease, and blood trickled from his head. Vernon gave a nod, before leaving the room, shocked at his own paranoia. .................................................................. /\_/\ * ( o.o ) (c) Anada e'zine anada343 by Res o > ^ < o ********************************************************************