"So you're telling me that you can't control the scanners, so your weapons are likely to wind up firing at anyone?" his frown deepened. "And your purpose for being out here is to... process and sell scrap? You risked building in this insane place to do that?"
Lambert was skeptical, but didn't have anything more solid than that to go on. He looked over the schmatic that Deidre had proffered but didn't see anything overtly suspicious.
Lambert turned to the marine on his left, speaking in a very low voice that couldn't be overheard. "Your squad is coming with me, Lieutenant. But first, bring another squad across and tell them that if we aren't back in fifteen minutes to come get us with whatever means necessary."
He turned back to Deidre, raising his voice back to audible levels. "Very well, I'll come with you - but my men here will be joining us. I'm very interested in seeing these operations for myself."
This place - the periodic power fluctuations, the deafening silence during the periods in between - everything about it set him on edge. He would do his due diligence, but he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.
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