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. The walls were painted white. Emergency oxygen stations and fire-fighting equipment were mounted in compartments in the wall every twenty meters. The team moved along in single file behind the Marine.
They passed two more sets of double doors, marked by signs in Standard Military. The first read SS-SIGINT 2--2 and the other HS-SIGINT.
Xris, mentally going over the layout of the space station, tried to get a fix on their location. "What does that mean?" he asked Jamil, not bothering to lower his voice. With the rattle of the equipment and the whoosh of air from the cart, the cyborg wasn't worried about being overheard.
"Siglnt stands for 'Signal Intelligence,'" Jamil returned. "I don't know what the other letters mean."
"Let's hope it isn't important."
The access corridor opened into a large, brightly lit work area. Overhead cranes were built into tracks in the ceiling. Huge metal-paneled doors lined the walls. Yellow and black floor markings were covered by puddles of greenish motor oil.
"Please wait here, sir," the Marine instructed. 'Tll inform Commander Drake that you've arrived." The Marine left.
"This is Engineering," said Jamil.
Xris marked it on his mental map.
Moments later, pistons hissing, the metal doors along the right side began to open. Looking through them, Xris spotted some of the most important units in the space station-water pumps
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