Kyle said as he hurried into the Operations center. “Have live feed, sir.” Kyle sat down at the empty chair and popped in the ear piece as he looked at the monitor. “… Jenkins is down. Littel might have been taken out, not responding. … Keltner, report in. … Keltner here, my team is accounted for. … Grant, what is your status… Henders, here, Grant is down, lost Yevos and Klein. … Hold there Henders, we have help moving to you….” Kyle hit mute on the line and looked around. “Johnson? What is your tally?” Sergeant Johnson popped his head up over his station. “Looks like upwards of ten lost, maybe as many as fifteen. Another twenty to thirty down, and maybe three times Otina down in sight.” Kyle did the mental math. Eighty men stationed on the asteroid, maybe forty-five wounded and killed. “Sir, we have finished our sweep, only one large vessel was involved, and we have tracked it out of the area. Colonel Rafferty thinks that it is over for now,” a young Lieutenant said.
