(Jason's POV)

I slowed down to a walk, Dillon hopping back onto my shoulder. Were there no squids in this entire part of the ship? So far, I hadn't seen a single one and had gone down four out of the five halls. Now the only one left was the one on the far left, and I stepped out of my current corridor and turned into it. I wondered if the others had found or beaten any survivors or squids yet. I knew that if Ty ran into one, it would be no problem, and I had a feeling that Seto would be able to outsmart any squids, but I wasn't so sure about Adam or Quentin. They weren't stupid or weak, but they didn't have the right skills, at least not by my thinking standards.

That brought a question to mind: What if there did happen to be a squid in this hall? Subconsciously, I stopped and glanced behind me to check that nothing was following me. I wasn't a great fighter, and dodging in the narrow corridor wouldn't be very easy. I bit my lip and rubbed Dillon on his head. Unsettled now, I sped up my walk speed. The walls blurred on either side of me, a constant streak of white.

I caught something out of the corner of my eye and stopped, whipping around to get a better look at it. It was blue, the same color as the squids, and I instinctively raised my hands into fists. But I dropped them as soon as I saw what it was.

It was a space suit in a glass case, which looked like all I had to do was press a button and it would open. It was blue and black with a jet pack on the back, all the armor pieces fitting together smoothly. The visor for the helmet was an opaque orange, and the helmet itself actually left the entire face free for the visor, meaning that anybody wearing it could put the visor up and have uninterrupted vision. The helmet also had to flashlight beams at the top, which I assumed could be activated or deactivated by pressing one of the buttons on the suit. The right wrist on the suit had what looked to be a laser gun strapped to it, about the size of a handgun. I'm not talking about some laser pointer, I'm talking about an actual weapon.

I stared at it. I won't deny it, I've always been a fan of Sci-Fi and observing late at night. When I was a really little kid, I actually had dreamed of getting a 'real' spacesuit. And now I had one sitting in a glass case right in front of me, complete with a weapon right when I would probably need it the most.

Barely pausing to think, I slammed my palm onto the button. The glass panel rotated to the right, leaving the suit unprotected. I grabbed it and immediately began pulling it on over my clothes. Dillon squeaked in annoyance and jumped off of my shoulder. The suit slipped on easily, to my almost disbelief; I had always thought that space suits were harder to get on. I took the jet pack, too, and strapped it on over my chest, just to complete the look. I doubted it had any fuel, but I took it anyways. The whole suit felt a little heavy, but no more than I could deal with.

As the final touch, I pulled the helmet on over my head. The visor made everything tinted orange, but I could still see perfectly. The suit fit like a charm, and Dillon, apparently sensing no difference, hopped onto my shoulder again.

Thankfully, the suit had an air-conditioning button, because I was starting to sweat. I didn't even know why I had put it on I the first place, but I just pressed the button and grinned. I had a feeling that this space suit was made for me. I removed the laser gun from it strap and stared at it. I wondered what it could do. So, me being exceptionally stupid, I pointed it at the left side of the hall and pulled the trigger, just to see what kind of damage it would do. Although it was probably really stupid given the fact that I hadn't known the circumstances, I'm glad I did it. It blasted a hole right through the wall, fizzling out almost immediately.

It wasn't that I was glad of, of course. It was the fact that on the other side of the wall, I saw two squids, one of whom was holding Ty and the other who was standing right in front of Adam.

Almost without thinking, I aimed with the gun once again at the second squid and fired. It caught it right in the middle of the tank, water spilling out everywhere. I felt a little bit of shock at what I had just done; I had killed something. But it didn't show and the next thing I knew there was a hole right through the other squid's tank as well. Ty stood upright, in a defensive position, and Adam backed away from me. I pressed a button on my helmet and the visor lowered.

“Jason?” Adam asked incredulously. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Ty adjusting his shirt collar. I smiled at Adam.

“In the flesh,” I responded.

“More like in the suit,” he said, staring. “Where'd you get that?”

“Found it,” I said, reaching up to scratch Dillon. It was a little hard to bend my fingers with gloves on, but I made it work.

Ty relaxed his hands so that they were hanging at his sides, no longer ready to punch me in the gut. “We need to find Seto and Quentin,” he said. “And the crew members.”

“Right,” I said, and we all walked down the hall until we were back at the very first room. Everything felt eerily quiet because none of us were talking. I briefly wondered if the crew would be upset about the hole I blew in their wall using their suit. Probably.

Ty and Adam both walked into the same hallway. “I'll take this one,” I said, going into the one on the far right.

Adam shook his head. “They meet up, Jason.” I continued down the hall anyways and was soon face to face with Ty. Apparently Adam had been right.

“C'mon,” Ty said, walking briskly down the hall and checking through the doors to see if anybody was in there. We didn't see or hear anyone, though, and our footsteps echoed loudly, mine especially thanks to the suit I had on. Before long, we came to a room with a hall on the other side, and what looked to be a panel open in the wall. Ty walked over to examine it.

“Nobody's here,” he said, getting up from his semi-kneeling position. “Let's keep going.”

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