Kane whispered as the shadow thing passed behind the pebblelike armaglass. “Where did you send us?” Brigid held her shotgun in a two-handed grip, steadily targeted on the chamber door. Short of breaking through the reinforced armaglass, the door was the only way in and she reasoned that, as such, it was the only entrance an attacker could use. “I programmed the mat-trans for Cerberus,” she assured Kane in a harsh whisper. “I’m sure of it.” “Brigid never makes mistakes,” Grant reminded Kane, keeping his own voice low as the shape continued to flutter beyond the ridges of the glass, obscured from view. “You know that.” “This ain’t Cerberus,” Kane stated softly. “So something, somewhere, is out of whack.” Brigid hissed through her teeth with annoyance. “I’d need to check the equipment to find out, run through the logs here. Which means going—out there.” She indicated the chamber door.
