The day's are just flying away while bnc keeps to her routine of waking up in VR and going to sleep again. She noticed, that the system had noted her Whoom cravings and wanted to start a substitute treatment. It was no problem for her to instead have the system give her a small dose of the real stuff.
"Wheeeeeeeeeeee" the alert shook the team from there deep slumber like a bucket of cold water. The internal clock showed that it was sometime after 0300 hours on the 34th day of their mission.
Something was wrong with the station grid. The Jonas Host seemed to be disconnected from the other hosts and Schmitt's comlink was nowhere to be found. The host also noted that it was disconnected from the station power supply, indicating that either there was no power or that the whole station was running on auxiliary and had cut of any non-essential consumers.
The pods had enacted the quick-thaw program, pumping drugs into the teams system while also rising the temperature rapidly through heating elements.
As far as bnc knew, the pods where still in the container and the container still in room 107A.
Now the sound filter did record something, that sounded a lot like gun shots, muffled through iron walls.
Also two sets of footsteps were within 107A and a whispered conversation, that the system translated from Spanish:
"...no-one here..."
"...<unintelligible>, you son of a whore. Just a minute ago someone sent a signal here. Open that cabinet, I will search that container..."
The pods had unsealed themselves and the team was awake, free of any appendages the pods had used. Still, they felt nauseated (Nausea condition, double all wound modifiers for 10 minutes), while they heard someone opening the container.
The foot steps came closer while the person said something under her breath that the filters didn't catch.
A gloved hand appeared inside the pod of (
1d4=1) Slobbertooth and slowly began to open...