Were it not for his helmet, everyone in the room could have sworn McDougal had turned into tomato, such was the intensity of this emotional rollercoaster Isaac had thrown him into. He found Eirwen to be ravishingly attractive as a woman, but as an person that punctuality and expectations of perfection drove him goddamn insane! And these were [b]HIS[/b] traps they were discussing here. Still, Isaacs orders were Isaacs orders and McDougal would follow suit like a good little Beacon he was.

He moved next to Eirwen and started discussing his plan. It mainly involved setting an ring of sorts around the station, in two parts. If possible enemies would attack the station, they would be divided by jammed emergency bulkheads, this would be when part of enemy forces would be spaced with an rigged airlock and beforehand positioned freemen snipers would shoot the bastards to be sure they were out. Those still behind bulkheads would be funneled towards the bottom by giving them false targets to chase and "accidentally" leaked Beacon comminications.
"[i]And that is where we take them out to lunch![/i]"

McDougal was sure that Eirwen had her own plans and would most likely tear this one to bits, he was prepared to let it slide and do things her way this time around, after all, no enemy force was guaranteed to attack an base so heavily fortified with massive ordnance, right?