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Atlantis didn't have a Fire Department and nobody wanted to put too much faith in the Ancient suppression systems, so each research unit and all housing areas were required to have safety plans and drills to practice them. All Little Tripoli had to do was ensure that the drills took place, usually by tasking the first unlucky O-2 to wander into Higher's line of sight to go over and watch. Aaron had a good track record of avoiding this duty, suspiciously good according to Patchok, who somehow managed to have witnessed five consecutive oh-dark-thirty drills in Housing Tower A.
Aaron wasn't quite ready to return to the gateroom just yet, so he made a detour to Electrical Engineering, no doubt completely unnecessary because Engineering as a group had the most practice in both setting fires and evacuating safely from them before putting them out.
Upon arrival, Aaron found his marines at work instead of watching the engineers work, which meant that this was a bigger than usual explosion. The Ancient systems had failed to go off (even odds whether it was the age of the system or it had been sabotaged by a scientist tired of setting it off in the course of their dangerous experimentation) and the bucket brigade was in action; in the thick, acrid smoke, Aaron could hear someone doing a headcount and coming up short.
"Where are Esposito and Prossky? Has anyone seen Esposito and Prossky?"
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