Murder Most Foul: Meanwhile

[Ethan Talon]

Ethan leaned into Clint, "She does know a squad is just four Marines and missions like this is why we exist?"

[Clint Cross]

"I'm sure." Clint whispered. "Ignore her. I'll take the heat." he cleared his throat. "Understood ma'am... now if you mind, we have a lot to do here."

"Just keep this situation from getting out of control." Noella said and left with her security.

"Ethan... go." Cece slapped a personal transporter in his hand. "Get to Sigma with whoever you can get now. I don't trust her. And she's family. So that says something."

[Daisy Hill]

"I'll go with." Daisy replied and held up her comm. "Give the word and I call Kinsey."

"That's a fate worse than death for anyone that'd mess with Sigma..." Cece said with a slight smirk.

"That's why I suggested her." Daisy said and glanced at the door. "Anything seem... off about St. James. Never seen her this... forceful."

[Ethan Talon]

Ethan pulled on the chin strap of his helmet as he rode in the cramped Marine transport. Trinity sat next to him, and the remainder of their six person team sat around them.

Checking his rifle for the hundredth time he spoke to Trinity in a low voice, "I have a bad feeling about this."