Let's Get The Hell Out Of Here!

"Oh Jesus Sarge! How can we see in this shit?" Barrow waved his hand in front of his face until it hit his mask.

"Switch on your infra-red numbnuts! They can see through this no problem. Kinsy? Point left, Barrow, point right. We get in, fit the writer to the core hull and get the hell off this platform before it goes pop."

"Sarge! Contact left." Briefly, the infra-optics flared as Kinsy fired down the corridor.

"Shit. The breaching pod's been detected. Hard and fast boys and girls. Let's blow this joint and go home!" Sergeant Holloway shouted.