Sight

"That's just what I was planning on doing."

Voices.

Voices?

What the fuck? VOICES?

He blinked at the holographic display. He stared at it, he gawked at it. He reached out slowly, his hand wavering a bit, until his fingers touched the display. Was he hearing things? Seeing things? Was he completely imagining it? He must have been. He pulled the monitor base into his lap and cradled it. He stared at the men on the display. There were wearing RIG's similar looking to ones that were used on the ship when needed. Where had they come from? There was no one left alive on the ship. No one but him. He'd been over ever part of the ship by then, looking for anyone else alive or for supplies. When the monsters where asleep or off on other parts of the ship, of course. But... there were people. On his ship. In the hall. In the hall, on the Hydroponics deck. His deck. They were just down the hall from his hiding spot!

Mickey reached touched the display and quickly logged into the hall camera. He rotated the camera and zoomed in, focusing on the redhead and for a moment, he was glad they weren't wearing their helmets. Pretty, crossed his mind. Pretty? How long had it been since that word had popped in his head? Had it ever? He zoomed in more, the camera moving when the man tilted his head back and laughed. The sound was music. And the man had a few stray freckles on his neck.

Mickey blinked. Questions. Questions? Was that the word? He had so many questions! His eyes focused on another thing about the man in the white armored suit. There was a name badge on his chest. Gallagher. Gallagher?! Phillip! "Holy fuck." Mickey gasped and fumbled with the controls, the camera angle shifting drastically. "Shit!" He quickly righted it and tried to get his hands to stop shaking. Phillip was dead! This pretty man, whoever he was, looked nothing like Phillip! It had been nearly a month since Mickey had stopped hallucinating seeing his sister, Mandy.

"Hey!" A voice said, moving closer to the camera. Mickey snapped his attention back and saw the shortest of the men peering closer at the camera. "Did you see that?" The Short Man asked.

The dark skinned man, Mickey thought he had heard Gallagher call him Caleb, turned to look at Short Man. "See what?"

Short Man pointed at the camera. "The camera moved."

Gallagher stepped closer, his eyes widening. "Really?"

Caleb shook his head. "No way. Must be imagining things."

"I saw it!" Short Man insisted.

Gallagher lifted his hand and waved at the camera. "Maybe the Colonel got the cameras working. Maybe he's trying to get a visual lock on the teams..."

Whatever the men said next was lost to Mickey. He focused on the words the pretty man had said. Colonel. Teams. Not just a team. But teams. Enough to have a Colonel with them. Mickey bent over the display and his fingers flew over the keys as he checked the other cameras. The ship in the hanger! People were milling around inside the hanger, near their ship! How had he not noticed? Because he gave up so long ago on actually checking the cameras except when he needed to locate the monster hordes.

"Fuck!" He breathed out and checked more cameras. He saw the larger group of people in the tram station, messing with the control panel. He moved the camera slightly, scanning the whole station. Both trams where gone. Shit! Mickey closed the cameras and opened the ship's map. He scanned for the trams. One was headed to Engineering. That was bad. He and Lip had blown up part of Engineering months ago and sealed it off. There had been a rather large group of monsters in there they had tried to kill before they knew what they were doing.

The second tram was... Mickey's eyes widened. Headed down to Medical! "Fuck!" He snapped out. He quickly scanned the ship and checked all the cameras. A horde of monsters were on the move from the lower decks, attracted by the sounds of the tram, no doubt. Fuck! Communication channels were something Lip never got restored. Mickey couldn't warn them! There was nothing he could do! He couldn't help these unknown people! I wouldn't be able to... A blip on the radar stopped him. There was another monster on the way. It looked like it had broken apart from the larger group. And it was headed towards the men standing in the Hydroponics hallway! Mickey jumped up and pulled on his RIG.

-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-

"Colonel, come in." Ian repeated into his radio. "This is Captain Gallagher, Foxtrot Team. Come in, Alpha." He paused. "Bravo team? Charlie, Delta?" There still wasn't an answer. "Fuck! Anyone? Lima?" Ian looked back at Trevor. "Anything weird?"

Trevor shook his head, his eyes on his scanner. "Nope. Nothing on the scans." He glanced back up at Ian. "Should we turn back?"

Caleb had been sitting on the floor, near the stairwell back up to the upper deck. He was leaning back against the wall and fiddling with his pulse rifle. But at Trevor's words, his head snapped up. "No way." He snapped, shaking his head. He jumped up and swung his rifle out to the side. "Assignment is to check Hydro. Not run back as soon as you get spooked." He said, pointing at Trevor.

Trevor frowned. "I'm not spooked!" He snapped. "I was asking our team captain!"

Caleb rolled his eyes and waved his arm. "Ian, tell him you wanna keep going because you aren't a pussy."

"I'm not a pussy!" Trevor glared at him.

Caleb slowly smiled. "Well... you got one."

Trevor's eyes widened. Then he stalked right up to Caleb, not flinching a bit under the larger man's glace. "Ian must think I'm more man than you! He dumped your ass for mine." He said smugly. "Then he let me fuck his ass."

"Oh yeah?" Caleb snapped at him, his eyes narrowing into a glare and his voice rising. "With what? You don't have anything down there."

Ian rolled his eyes. The two looked like they were seconds from swinging at each other. And this was ridiculous! Ian really hoped the Alpha team hadn't restored the security cameras. And he hoped no other teams were close enough to hear the shouting match. He surged forward, squeezing in between them and pushing them back. "Back the fuck off!" He snapped. "You both said you could work together!" He continued. "As a team!"

Caleb glared and pushed Ian away. "Can't believe you broke up with me for this whiney ass bitch."

Ian turned towards him and stared at him for a moment. "I broke up with you because you cheated on me." He said bluntly.

Caleb shook his head quickly. "No I didn't."

Ian blinked. "Yeah ya did. I caught you! And You admitted it!"

Trevor glanced down at his scanner. "Guys..."

Caleb shook his head again. "That wasn't cheating. That was just a girl I fuck sometimes."

Ian stared at him again for a moment. "Yeah... you fucked a girl. While we were dating."

"Hey, guys..." Trevor tried again.

"That's not cheating!" Caleb insisted. "I've known her my whole life!"

"You. Fucked. Someone else. While WE WERE DATING!" Ian punctuated the words and ended up yelling. He was trying his hardest to control his anger but Caleb was really pushing his buttons. They had had this fight before and no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get it through Caleb's head. It didn't matter who Caleb fucked or what gender. The part that mattered, was that the guy fucked someone else!

"GUYS!" Trevor snapped loudly. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He stepped towards them. He turned his scanner around and held it out to them. There were two blips on the screen, one coming from the stairwell behind them and one from the hall in front of them.

"Fuck!" Ian pulled out his gun and moved around Trevor. He lifted his rifle and held it up, his eyes scanning the hall. "Got the front."

"Got the rear." Caleb had his gun out, poised on the stairwell. Trevor quickly shouldered his scanner and pulled out his gun.

Maybe they weren't the best of friends that Ian had thought they were. Well... maybe not best friends. But he at least thought they were regular friends. He thought they got along and put the whole dating shit behind them. He only went out with Caleb for about a month. Trevor he dated for a little two months. But still. Neither relationship had lasted long enough for Ian to get attached. And he assumed both felt the same. But clearly, there was still resentment there. Or jealousy or just some need to prove something that didn't need proved.

Ian backed up a step, moving closer to Trevor. "Close formation." He said. "Hold." He added lowly. "No getting trigger happy. Probably just one of the other teams."

Caleb moved back, closer to Trevor and Ian and he nodded. "Yeah. Coming to check because the radios are down." Caleb said. Trevor rolled his eyes and bit back a sharp retort, no doubt. Caleb didn't see, but Ian caught it. And he was glad Trevor had more control than Caleb. They didn't need to break out into another high school esc fight.

A shadow fell across the hall. Ian's eyes focused on it and he looked through the sight on his rifle. He couldn't make out whatever it was. It seemed like it was pressed against the wall, but it was moving closer. "Movement." He whispered. He felt Trevor turn and move in beside him.

And then Caleb turned, taking his eyes off the stairwell as a shadow fell across it as well..