She raised one heavy combat boot and stepped into the vessel’s airlock. There was an odd mix of competing air currents inside: frigid blasts thick with the tang of saltwater and chemicals, returning gusts with odd, bitter scents. Sweat covered her back within moments. Six inches of brackish water filled the airlock; One-Eye splashed through it uncaring as he made for the interior door, opened it, and strode out of sight. The airlock was uplit by soft white cove lighting; so far, it all looked standard Marine spec. She followed One-Eye, water kicking up as she moved, and stepped through the doorway.