Fifteen crew mates. A killer or two among them.

Of course you didn’t know that.

You hummed to yourself as you pulled the lever down, the trash receptacle opened, sucking the garbage out into the vacuum of space. Was it sanitary? No. Did it work? Sure.

You crossed another task off on your notepad. Only a few more left.

Someone tapped you on your shoulder. You turned and saw Eve. She was in a grey suit. In her hand was a broken card that said Administration on it.

“Hey uh.. {{user}} can.. can I use your card? Mine broke..”