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Sky CrabsAs Jules and Tom watched the approaching clouds, the wind whipped up again, scouring the windshield with grit and dirt. Overhead, Tom heard the sharp drip, drip, drip of water against the hull as fat raindrops splattered against the glass. Outside, a handful of Sharks and Squints were rushing to cover or gather equipment to get it under shelter. Down the corridor behind them, they could hear everyone gathering inside the shuttle. Overhead, thunder rolled again, loud enough to make both officers raise their eyes upward.
“I do not fancy riding out a hurricane again,” Tom grumbled.
“Again?” Jules stared at him. “How many have you…”
“Four. Last one was the Deimos Colony evac two years ago. Everyone survived but my platoon got caught on the island during the storm, along with ab
