Sarah was standing next to a table. It was obvious that she didn't like the station even a little. Once the team arrived, she extended her hand to them.
"I am Sarah Coyle, Commander of Med Force Two. Please, get me off of this miserable station." Her statement, while worded with courtesy sounded more like a plea for help. Between the two groups, she was surrounded and being escorted out. As they did, a voice from the back yelled out. It was a voice with a Hispania accent and quite chilling.
"What my pahtna stahted I will finish," he yelled to Sarah, "mahk my word."
She closed her eyes for a moment as she reached for her pistol and paused briefly but then kept walking. "Just get me out of here before I put one between that Maltese's eyes." Now she sounded a mix of angry and frightened. She was petite but fit but no match for a physical confrontation for the much larger Maltese yelling at her.
She tried to smile at the Crayter crew but until she was off base, she really couldn't. While they were escorting her out, another, smaller group was heading for the airlock where Med Force Two was. They had their orders....to leave for Freeport 6.