He sat leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped together as if in prayer, his head bowed. Below him, gathered around the IC was every remaining member of ISO left at HQ. Bravo Squad hadn’t returned; they were more likely to stay away now the DPD were hunting them – if they weren’t already dead – so this was it. Next to the IC sat Sully, slumped in his chair. Beside him were the four Operative of Delta Squad along with the five members of the engineering department and the two heads of intelligence, one serving Sully’s role in each of the other two squads. Behind them were the six extra pilots – enough to have two squads out on mission simultaneously – along with two cooks, two cleaners, four medical personnel and the station’s three maintenance staff. Finally, in the back corner of the room were the three remaining Operatives of Charlie Squad, closely watched by O’Brien. Including Owyn, that made a grand total of thirty four crew members, of which only nine were combat trained.
