Morgan had to speak his piece, "Ok. Wait a minute. We get called in all the time to do "cleanup" jobs on these penitentiary colonies that

someone "volunteers" for some sort of experiment, which of course goes horribly wrong. What makes anyone think that this is any different?"

Before Guerra could rip into Morgan, Padre walked over and lifted the glass container that quarantined Henny's head.

"Rthugun matry palligourious cthilliani. Cthulhu fhtagn. R'lyeh.

"

The padre replaced the cover back over the speaking "zombie".

"The others on the ship, yeah, those are zombies," padre emptied the rest of flask in one upturning. Dreddrick pulled it from him and

started to refill it from his "secret" stash of Rum.

The padre continued, "Henny was not so fortunate as to become on of them. We are dealing with two enemies here. Three actually.

Zombies, a few now possessed zealot cultists, and possibly several elder gods and deities. It ain't a good day in the neighborhood."

Guerra, "So why the pen colonies? They're trapped. Doesn't make sense to me."

The padre held up one finger, and spoke two words, "Easy ... food. It's practically canned for them. And more than likely they know that

some poor saps, like us, will be sent in to investigate it. One of us gets infected," pointing at Henny's head, "And then you have ...

carriers."

Now Neil was spitting out possibilities, "Doesn't jive. Unless you add the zealots. Yeah, the "stars are right", but the calling still has

to be made. According to the lore anyways. I'm willing to bet that someone on that colony, as well as on Tango Tango fits that description."

"Run a cross check on all the prisoners of both. See if any of them fit that. Anything at all. I know T-T was also an asylum as well.

I think you might be on to something there, Neil," commended Dreddrick.

"While your at it, anything from Henny's camview?"

Neil responded, none too happy, "Not alot, sir. It's all garbled. Scrambled. But there is a lot of that gibberish that he keeps babbling

under that glass. A lot of repeats of some of the words."

Neil looks at Padre, "You are correct about who and where he's talking about, but that is all the software can work out so far. It's talling

the repeats, and trying to break the 'code', but it's one hella hard language to sort. The Ratallinese was easier. And that took 5 weeks

to break.

But I'll keep chugging away at it. What are we going to do with Henny though?"

Dreddrick sighed, "I dunno. Keep him locked under glass for now. I don't think putting him out of his misery is going to bring him any

lasting peace just yet."

"I read him the rites, blessed him, hells I dunked his head under holy water. All that did was taint it completely. Who ever is currently

running the operations on

'their' side ... is pretty damn powerful," added padre.

Little unnerved Guerra, but when the padre cursed and drank that much, yeah, that tended to unsettle her, "I'm gonna see what all I can

dig up on the status of Tango Tango. See if I can hack any of the vid-feeds if they're still operational. Want my vote, boss?"

Dreddrick grimaced, "Yes."

"Nuke them both, along with Henny, and pray to the good virgin, or anyone else who might give two shits, and hope this all goes away."

"Noted," replied Dreddrick, eyeing the bottle of rum in his hand before breaking protocol and taking a swig himself, "I agree. But the

'Powers that Be' want a full report. Which means only one thing ... we're gonna have to go back in."

"What about the Special Situation Teams? What about some fuckin' reinforcements?" blurted out Morgan. Two seconds too late he knew he

shoulda kept his trap shut. Besides he knew the answer already.

Dreddrick, for the second time today walked up and grabbed the man's powersuit, "Don't you think I asked about that? We're it, soldier.

Ain't no help coming."