Morgan trudged through the ships corridor, complaining as usual, "Anyone know why the hell we are here?"

His power-armor must have been chaffing him again.

Guerra shot back, "I dunno, maybe because everyone on the fucking ship died and started walking around again?

Morgan snapped a glare at her, as if she could see it from behind his visor, "Yeah, thanks alot. Smart-ass bitch."

"Well, that's why I'm on the team, Morgan. Just to be a bitch," she slammed a few more plasma bolts into rotting skulls, "Besides ...

maybe I'll get lucky and see one of them eat you or something. I wouldn't miss that for the world!"

Before Morgan could retaliate the side hatch slide open with a hiss. The team's lead, Dreddrick came through pulling what was Henny's

power-armor behind him.

"Where the hell's his head, man?" the question came from Morgan without any thought at all. No one was surprised by that fact.

"It's in his backpack," yelled Dreddrick,"Get your asses back on our ship stat. Move it!"

Morgan started rambling as they pulled back, "But how? How the hell did one of them pull his suit apart? They're shot proof! It ain't ....

possible! There's no way, man!"

Dreddrick stopped cold and snatched Morgan up real close and personal like, "Yeah, one can't! But a couple hundred can! And that's what's ..

behind that door! Now get your sorry ass on my ship pronto, or I'll send you in there to see if they can do it again!"

The team all sat around the medlab, Henny's body on the table. His head had been ripped clean off. Dreddrick was the only one to speak ...

"After they got his helmet off they ripped out his jugular with their teeth. I know what was going to eventually happen to him, so I ...

finished the job. I thought it would kill the virus and at least give him some peace. I would have wanted the same."

But now, 22 hours after Henny was bit, his head was sitting on the other table. Looking around and snapping it's jaws at anything that

vaguely looked to be made of flesh. "20 hours," said Dreddrick, "20 hour incubation time. This is the real deal. Only how did it start?"

The comp-geek, Neil, was busy trying to make sense of the images that were recorded in the helmet cams. Team one, Morgan and Guerra's cams

had picked up strange drawings and scribblings on the walls. Most likely written in blood. The comp was working out the translations, but

Neil had never seen anything like them. Dreddrick and Henny's cams had seen the inner lairs of what they were now calling the "hive".

Metropolex had been a major hive city on the small arctic planet of Kailian 3. Now the hive had a sub-hive, but of what, Neil had no clue.

He was attempting to recreate the inner architecture of the hive in 3d, but the comps could not do it. The angles. "The angles are all wrong

for the whole fucking inner-hive. 4 dimensional space just throws it back as trash. Won't even try to solve it. If I add the other 11 ...

dimensions ... it just does not work. It tries to, but look at it! It's all garbled up!"

Dreddrick took one look at it and walked towards the door .... "That's exactly what it looked like."