43.11.0/97_89.13.56/41 Sunprairie Station
The blackened door lay several meters from the portal, the rebar bent like grotesque writhing snakes.
“Sergeant Nelson, is the station secured? Any explosive devices?” Malila voiced into her headset.
“Sir. Yes. Station searched. No hostiles. Detected explosive devices: none.”
“Meet me at the entrance, and keep a list of tasks.”
Nelson could at least act as a scribe. Most CRNAs could hardly talk.
Nelson and she strode through the base, which extended three floors below the hulking mass of the entrance. The first floor was all equi...
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