CHAPTER 33
It started like any other job. We donned our Exo-suits, checked and stored our equipment on one of our landers, crammed ammunition into every available suit compartment, and waited for Big Mo to bring us the clients. We had renovated one of the landers specifically for MARSCORP personnel, building a dividing wall in the transport compartment, segregating them—apart from one or two guards who sat with them—from the bulk of the patrol. This put the MARSCORP execs at ease and allowed me to brief the team en route. I showed them the holographic map, pointed out our mission location, and explained it was a standard meeting and survey.
The target was a small mining facility located dangerously near the border. It had long since been abandoned due to the frequent skirmishes, and it w
