10 Days. It’s been 10 days they tell me, not that most of us could tell. Not long after getting to LSS, most of us dropped. Vomiting, sweating, hallucinations. Taryn says it was the “Flymen”. They belched some god awful disease cloud at us, and pretty much everyone but Taryn was sick for a week and a half. Makes an Ork want to blow his brains out. My sis is probably dead by now. Ten days on her own. Chances aren’t good. I didn’t want to come south in the first place, but after I got mauled by that bugman, we didn’t seem to have a choice. No way she’d sit tight in her apartment for this long. Her food would be gone by now or her journalistic curiousity would overwhelm her commonsense. If the bugs didn’t get her, the bug shamans would love to take her for a breeder. That’s if she didn’t get her head blown off by the UCAS goons at the wall. If she’s alive and if we can find her, I hope she can forgive me for not coming for her sooner. But we are coming now, and nothing is going to stand in my way.