Mercy Mission
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Holly di Marco sneezed, for the umpteenth time since landing. Her hand tightened on her blaster, as she pressed close to the corridor wall, listening intently, until her concentration was shattered by a follow-up sneeze that forced its way out of her nose.
Holly flattened even tighter against the wall and forced herself to breathe deep and steadily, while listening for signs of company. There were none. Nothing except for the steady humming of heavy machinery somewhere in the distance.
Snot dripped from her nose, sending Holly hunting for a tissue in a pocket of her utility belt. She found one, blew her nose and dabbed at her teary eyes. The sneezing and the dripping eyes and nose were a problem. There was something in the atmosphere of this planet that her lungs
