Intercepts

by T.J. Payne

“Security, you are to enter Cell Two,” Joe said. “You are not authorized to use lethal force. You are to restrain the Antenna, but under no circumstances are you to terminate or injure her. Do you understand?”

Antenna??

gathering no intercepts today. Break down your gear

You Wouldn’t Tell Chairman Kim, Don’t Tell ANYONE.”

Who is Kim?

No, it wasn’t his fault. These things happen. He had been a good father, even after Kate took Riley away. He gave Riley anything she ever wanted. If Riley was now having psychological trauma from her mother’s suicide — and Joe was certain she was — it wasn’t his fault, it was Kate’s. She had hurt their child and left him to pick up the pieces.

Unless kate was actually murdered because of Joe's job...then its totes his fault

Bishop” sign. “Bishop?” He looked over at the other airlocks and all their homemade signs. He read them off to himself. “Hicks… Frost… Vasquez…”

Cute

Joe stared at his screen. Looking back at him was a bloody, pale face. Long, black hair framed the face, but Joe immediately recognized who it was. He knew her only with a shaved head, but he knew it was her. It was Bishop.

Dun dun dun

“We keep them in chambers that are circulated with a special nerve gas,” he said. “I don’t understand the chemistry behind it. We have a specialist who’s in charge of that. It replaces the body’s oxygen in a way that keeps all the organs functioning and the blood flowing. Everything in the body works normally. Except for the nervous system. The gas disables the brain’s ability to process sensory stimulations. They see nothing. They hear nothing. They feel nothing. Nothing grounds their brain to the physical world. Their minds are in total darkness.”

Janet looked at the screen. “Let’s use Antenna 307,” she said. The control operator clicked around and a video-feed popped up of Antenna 307 — an Asian female. As the

Its gonna be hannah