‘The data we got from the lab on the rogue planet was good.’ thought Vera, as she did a final sweep of the executive suite on the top floor. Nicknamed ‘the Factory’ after its original use, the building housing the renegade executives had been a tough nut to crack, especially as it’s new use was part concert hall and bar, part hotel.

“No civilian casualties, no excessive structural damage, leave appropriate evidence that we were working for Sternmetal, blah, blah, blah.” muttered Vera under her breath.

“Vat’s dat?” came Vassily’s voice over the comms from the next room.

“Nothing, Vass. Keep searching, we’re almost done.” she sighed as she backed into the main room, almost tripping over the fallen enemy merc with ‘F. Mercury’ stenciled on his helmet.

“Oh, and good work on the idea of coming up the back staircase to enter the building, we avoided a lot of civvy deaths by skipping the dance floor and bar area.”

“Da. Vee should avoid killing the pretty girls, you said. Best to skip their natural habitat, da?” Vassily responded.

“Yes. Now keep searching for the files.”

“Got ’em.” came Bob’s voice over the comm. “Looks like we got what Lynn asked for Chief, er mam, er…”

“You’re new here Bob, so I won’t kill you for addressing me innapropriately. Just bring me the file and let’s get back to Glisten.”

From the adjoining room came a pained groan.

“Harpoon? Quit yer bitchin…”