He had to rest, catch his breath. He touched the intercom button on the side of his helmet. “Hard to dig in this fine dust: it’s like shoveling water.”
“Yeah.” The response from his partner came after a moment. “The suit doesn’t help.”
“I bet it’s not even worth it. I bet the goddamn aliens didn’t leave—”
“Hey! Listen, you’re new, so I’ll let it slide this time, but you’re not supposed to even mention the ‘A’-word on comms. One-way ticket into a holding tank for God knows how long…”
“All right. Jeez—”
“I’m just lookin’ out for you, buddy.”
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