True it was that the stockpiles of breathe-gas and ammunition had been stripped to the last cartridge. The grass and shrub had been crushed dead for years. A quarter of an acre had been the extent of the breathe-gas dump; half an acre the extent of the fuel and ammunition dump. And it was all very gone.
Angus opened the lock of the compound’s main door, and the reserve troops from the attack carrier went sprinting in, covering each other.
The place was very empty. It had four levels of offices, shops and hangars. Pumps were running. Lights were all on. And it was a jumble of hasty departure.
Jonnie stood in the corridor outside the recreation area. What a dismal, dank place; mold was growing on things. Water was dripping down the walls, only kept cleared out by the pumps. What an awful
