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They got him to within a couple hundred yards of the central control station. Duo was armed, with stolen pistols and some of the grenades. Two flashbangs, and one with actual explosive power that he only planned to utilize far away from the satellite's walls. Getting sucked out into space is generally not anyone's idea of a good time.
If he'd been fully kitted with what he would have liked on a mission like this, he could have cut through the roof, or just walked in and used a tranquilizer gun on every one of these putzes. "Wishful thinking not helpful, Maxwell," he said, talking to himself through one of the makeshift lockpicks clenched in his teeth. "Work with what you've got."
Working with what he had got him back into the building he'd originally escaped from. Ironic, really.
'Central control' on X39FH consisted of a few small rooms, currently unmanned. It was the night cycle now, so there were bound to be fewer people...but not none. He typed furiously at one computer for a few seconds, then had to switch to find the only setup currently capable of inter-colony communication. They really had cut themselves off out here, and it looked like they might be getting ready to cut their losses. If he could distract them for just a few hours, this whole crazy scheme might work.
A noise came from outside; someone was returning. As soon as the door shut behind him, Duo cracked him over the head with a rolling chair, dropping him unconscious to the floor. Duo dragged him out of the way, and secured him with a roll of duct tape. He then picked up the travel mug the guy'd been carrying, and drank his coffee before booking it back out the door. His footsteps and the click of him switching the safeties off his pistols echoed down the empty corridor as he searched for his next victim.
Behind him, the computer beeped, its task finished, and a message made its way across space.