USAF (John Fredricks, Sondra, Nichols)

[Dave Syrinx]

The time is 16:59.

Outside-

On the stairs, just by the entrance door, John Fredricks turns to look at the vista of cold white wastes. The snowing is picking up as is the wind. Good call to go down here at Station 10.
They would not have been able to safely reach McMurdo in this weather.
He, Sondra and Nichols had set off to deliver the finds from the last dig at Lockyear-Smythe. Three crates worth of rubble if you ask him. Whatever gets me a pay, Sondra had said when they had loaded the large crates and set off for McMurdo.

On the landing-
Fredricks is not aware of the figures outside the station. He is absolutely sure, though, that there are a lot of people inside the station. The door is closed but there are movements from multiple locations inside.


A shot goes off and Fredricks pushes his friends towards the door to the station, then pulls his handgun and turns. Sondra and Nichols enter the door and it shuts behind them.