I removed my alien knife from the body that now lay before me, resting on the wooden wheel outside the Office for the Open Waterways task. I sheathed my knife within a secret pocket in my right pant leg as I observed the body. I didn't really want to kill this crewmate—for they were my favorite actual crewmate of the bunch—but the opportunity was just too perfect, and when he was still alive, Commander White and Gray always reminded me to not get too attached to any crewmates. That would just make "the task" harder when it came the time to complete it.

"Stupid tasks," I spat. I took out my pad, turned on my mischief map, giving my visor an evil red sheen. I clicked a nuclear symbol that was hovering over the Laboratory's icon and then put my pad back onto my belt. "This'll buy me some time," I hissed before jumping down into the dark hole next to me.

I walked out from the Bunker into the Office's meeting room the evening of the next day. I looked at the bracelet Tan had presented me with yesterday, and I poked at it happily for a bit before having some saltine crackers. After I finished my snack, I searched for Tan and found her and Olive near the radio tower by Communications, still trying to fix it. I waved and was going to say hi, but then a tremendous rumble rattled the entire base and the nearby surroundings. I opened my mouth to ask what the heck was going on, but then another shake throttled the base, and the radio tower collapsed onto the radio board in a giant mess of metal, dust, and electricity, almost taking out Tan in the process. Thankfully, she and Olive dove out of the way in the nick of time. This whole Communications thing was now a larger problem, but we had bigger fish to fry at the moment.

"We've gotta Reset the Seismic Stabilizers!" hollered Olive over yet another big rumble. "On either side of the Dropship! Go go go! QUICKLY!"

Tan bolted right and headed northeast, and Olive went northwest. Confused and terrified, I pounded after Olive.

"Olive! Olive! What the heck is HAPPENING?" I asked as I ran after him, all of the shaking turning my legs to jelly.

"Earthquake!" he answered as we passed Electrical and veered to the left of the Dropship. "You know Polus has them a bunch!"

"I know, I ain't stupid."

"Oh, really?" he chuckled darkly as he cleared a little hole in the ground that just caved in. I wasn't so lucky and tripped over it, landing on the ground with an embarrassing "oof!" I got to my feet with haste, though, dusted off my blue pants, and then went after Olive.

We came to a metal walkway behind Electrical in a niche sloped area that I never would have seen unless I know what I was looking for, with red handrails and a large metal beacon of sorts on the end that was resting on a platform. A handprint-detection device was at the base of the beacon, and the lights normally illuminating the beacon were flashing a bloody red. I grabbed onto the hand railings to balance myself under the force of another tremor, and looking over the edge I saw a sea of ice spikes stretching out for as far as the eye could see—and at the edge, tall, mulberry-purple mountains clawing the dark sky. I somehow managed to pass Olive and place my hand over the handprint-detector. There were some soft beeps, and then the handprint and lights glowed cyan, and the earthquake ceased.

Olive and I exchanged relieved looks, and I remembered when Maroon and I had fixed the Reactor Meltdown on The Skeld when Maroon first arrived.

He died in the next meltdown, I thought, and felt a twinge of sadness.

Olive and I departed from the seismic stabilizer and met up with Tan at the entrance to the Dropship. I then brought up the question of where Pink was at.

"I dunno," was all Tan said. "She didn't show up at my seismic stabilizer!"

"Well, um…" Olive seemed to be considering something.

I scampered towards the Office, and Olive came after me, saying "Blue, wait!"

I kept going. "I'm gonna call an Emergency Meeting so that Pink knows to come here," I explained to Olive, who was matching my pace now, "not helping resolve the earthquake is not a very—gah!"

There, next to a wooden pipe and wheel that had burst from the earthquake and was now spewing water, was Pink's motionless form. The water around it mixed with the trinkle of blood coming from her body just next to her air tank.

Unless…

"Guys, wait, I think I see her moving!" I cried, which halted Olive's drawing of his megaphone to report the body, even though it would just be the three of us left anyway. I kneeled next to Pink. She was breathing, alright. It was barely noticeable, but her chest was moving up and down. She was in a critical condition, though, as upon closer inspection whatever stabbed her had pierced through her side and had cut through her arm on the other side.

But…

"One of you attempted to murder Pink," I said, spinning towards Olive and Tan. "How can there be another Imposter? How? Why?" I asked aloud.

They both remained silent, as if coming up with their own individual theories about why I and the other crewmate here (not counting Pink) were so unlucky.

"Come. Come to the meeting room, NOW. Once we broil this other Imposter…we can save Pink." I marched straight into the meeting room.

Tan and Olive followed me.

There was a very uneasy silence as the three of us stood there. Tan to my right…Olive to my left.

"Blue."

I turned to see Olive pointing at Tan's heart. "It's her, Blue. You know it is. How many times has she been lurking in the corner by herself? Using a HEADACHE as a ploy to make you feel bad for her? I CAN SEE THE TRUTH! Let's vote her off and be done with this, once and for all!"

"Blue!" Tan begged. "Don't trust Olive. But…don't trust me. Or yourself." I could hear the anxiety in her voice.

"I…I…" I looked back and forth. "It could be either one of you." I can't jump to conclusions. If I choose wrong, the Imposter will put an end to me and Pink, and then possibly take out more of MIRA HQ—or another base. All because one of us made the wrong decision.

Olive's visor brightened, in a bad way. "Blue, you know it can't be me. You saw me with Rose all of that time, and she was a crewmate. She was my twin. I think you knew that. Please, you know. Get rid of Tan! The Imposter!"

"NO!" Tan screamed. "It…it's you, Olive," she said. She pointed at him, then looked me in the eye. "Blue…we can save Pink, and we can escape this place. Find a safe place with no Imposters to terrorize us again!"

"Wrong!" Olive screamed in a louder, deeper voice. "If you vote me off, Blue, you'll be digging your own grave! Tan will murder you! She'll let Pink bleed out! It'll be the end!" He glowered at Tan. "Blue…"

I looked back and forth. I wrenched my eyes shut, making my visor darken. I have to make the right choice! I decided to quickly brood over both of the times they've been suspicious, and not.

Olive has opted for voting off others, changed opinions, and has been sort of rude, if that last part even means anything, though. He did the Inspect Sample task over and over again, and he and Fortegreen were together a LOT—going on the fact that Fortegreen was the second Imposter. He was also with Gray more often and not, and Gray was definitely an Imposter.

To counter, though, as he reminded me, Olive was twins with Rose, though, and Rose wasn't an Imposter and was killed. But I only know that from Fortegreen and Olive, but then again that seemed like a commonly accepted fact to the crew. And he never killed Rose the whole time they were together anyway, biologically related or not.

Now, well, yes, Tan has been alone most of the time and was always usually avoiding people; except me, I guess. She's quiet and shy, but that may just be a ploy for people to feel bad for her, same with that possibly being the case for her headache, which I never thought of until Olive said it. She was definitely weird and awkward at times as well.

Then again, Gray tried to poison her, I think. And when it's been just me and her, she didn't murder me, and she's been a lot more open and has shown her true, compassionate, kind self. She also hasn't been near the scene of the crime in most cases. The cherry on top of it all is, well, I like her, and I can sympathize with her in a way, since she is very similar to Cyan, so maybe it's more of empathy, but Cyan and I were so close we were kinda one on The Skeld…

Cyan. If I made the wrong vote…or I was voted somehow…at least I'd see Cyan and my friends again a lot sooner.

The voting session opened.

Olive voted on his pad. Tan voted on hers. Then they both looked at me with ataraxic silence.

I took out my pad.

I entered the voting session.

And I clicked the Imposter's icon.