He knew that. General Paul Bassett himself used Charon Station as his main place of residence, and it had been the Colonial Marines’ headquarters for over a century. In that time, no enemy action had ever damaged or killed anyone on Charon Station. Space was a dangerous place. There had been accidents and one notable disaster, but if Marshall had been asked to choose the safest place in the Human Sphere in which to sit out a potential war, where he was now would have rated very highly. Which was why news of the attempted sabotage had given him palpitations. They’d caught one of the station’s support staff making his way down toward a munitions store on one of the outer cells of the station. He’d been carrying a bomb. The cell was held far away from the bulk of the structure, but Marshall had heard from several sources that any detonation of the ordinance stored there would have blown most of the station into shrapnel. Any surviving portions and occupants would have been sent spinning into space, to die a slow, suffocating death.
