Captain Eversyn winced at the shout, then nodded at Baranin; the young lieutenant was so eager he seemed to be vibrating. Eversyn cast a critical eye over the squad of ten that blocked the corridor, all seasoned Connies looking calm, uninterested and assured, then nodded again. He hoped Baranin wouldn't burst in excitement, but it made Eversyn uncomfortable to see how tightly the boy's hand was wrapped around his blaster.
No one on this damned Rock was supposed to be armed, except, of course, for the Consolidated Guard, though that concept had proved more than a farce in the past.
"Good. Inside, triple time. Secure the exits, locate the quarry, surround and stand to until further orders."
The squad entered the elegance that was the Starview Lounge and followed orders, as always. Eversyn watched them from a strategic position near the main entrance. Quick, smooth, efficient, just as the Guard did everything.
Even Baranin managed to contain his excitement and manage not to shoot anyone.
But it was totally useless, since it was obvious that their quarry wasn't there.
Warnings had reached the wrong ears. Not surprising. He'd expected it. It was well nigh impossible to keep anything secret on Omega Station—aka The Rock—with its endless warrens and tunnels and labyrinths curving over and under and back on each other. The high beryllion content of the planetoid itself prevented most scanners from working more than a few meters below the surface, so it had never been efficiently mapped. That's why he'd decided to take the bovine by the antlers and simply show up at the Starview Lounge with a heavily armed squad, hoping Malik Blayne would be there, as per information received.
Still, Eversyn never expected to be invited to stay for dinner.