CHAPTER 14
As the weeks passed, we began to adapt to our new lives and roles in New Berlin. We worked five days on and two days off, but work days could vary in length. If you were lucky, you worked twelve hours and had time to hit the Rec or the gym before grabbing eight hours of shut eye. If it was a bad day—due to manpower shortages, injuries, or sickness—you could easily work an eighteen-hour shift. On more than one occasion, I had time for only an hour or two of sleep before another long day began.
Our duties ranged from guarding a bulkhead or airlock to providing security at the hangar bays, Command and Control, or the civilian population centres. As we continued to prove ourselves, the higher-ups began unlocking the other mysterious areas of New Berlin; so, although we were still
