"Sir, come quick. You're needed on the bridge," a trembling ensign reported, having interrupted the Lieutenant Colonel during his meal.
"This had better be good," Anderson grumbled as he brushed the ensign to the side. He took the napkin out of his collar, wiped his mouth, threw it to the side, and straightened his necktie. Arriving at the bridge, the communications officer approached him.
"Sir, we've lost contact with our men on the planet. We've run bio-scans and have been unable to detect human life. Alien life signs are rising, and have more than doubled in the last thirty minutes. Sir, we fear that the worst may have happened."
Anderson turned and lowered his head. He rubbed his eyes and sighed.
"Send in a squad."
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