As Mulligan drove the big rig across the parking lot, Andrews watched the side of the warehouse loom large in the viewports. Mulligan cranked the yoke hard to the left, and the big vehicle turned obediently, leaning hard to the right as it did so. Even Andrews was surprised by the sudden movement, and he was strapped into the copilot’s seat. He heard Laird swearing up a storm in the back as he and anyone else who wasn’t already strapped down had to scramble to find handholds before they were hurled off their feet. “Take it easy, Mulligan!” Andrews barked. “I’ll take it easy when I’m dead,” Mulligan replied. He brought the rig to a halt just shy of the door the team had entered through day before, then crawled forward until the entrance was directly across from the airlock. Laird stormed into the cockpit and glared down at Mulligan. “Sergeant Major, what the hell do you think you’re doing to my rig?” he snapped. “Just breaking it in, Captain,” Mulligan said, unperturbed.
