Lewis and Anika were reviewing the metadata from all the previous probe engagements. They were looking for anything that indicated a pattern of regular behaviour.
A blue spiderweb of all the plotted encounters shifted slowly across the table, lines connecting with points that had no business being connected.
Lewis leaned over the display, one hand braced on the edge.
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A short, stubby tail gave a faint, irritated twitch. Attached to the tail was a stocky behind, a pair of hind legs, and a pair of arctic boots that completed the view.
General Marvin Huxley was down on all fours, gently tapping his way along a frost-covered pipe with a hammer. His remaining tools were laid out in a neat, deliberate line beside him.
Tap, tap… crack! A lump of ice and biomass gave way somewhere inside the pipe.
Huxley muttered to himself in quiet satisfaction.
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Screw Pile Developments 