Camilla winced at her C3i suite display, watching Katya peel away from the hulk of a Racer. Not the cleanest of kills, but a kill nonetheless. The blackened frame collapsed to its haunches, torso ruined beyond recognition. 

"Brutal," Camilla exclaimed. "One point to Team Ganymede." 

The rest of the Ghosts' combined firepower managed to stall the remaining Racers, dug in at close range. There was no doubt in Camilla's mind that they had sustained damage from Sparr's helping of rockets. How badly was another story. A subsequent flare of muzzles was a sufficient answer - not enough. 

"Looks like these two are still rearing to go. Kat, let's give them a taste of AGL-6; that'll get them out of-"

Camilla's field of view was obstructed with a flash of black smoke - a canister fired by the Racers filled her monitor with hazy wisps. She groaned, flipping a switch and the screen turned into a rainbow of thermals. Her annoyance became surprise as a pair of orange-red shapes were darting out of the dunes straight for the Ghosts' line like men possessed. [i]Something's not right here![/i] 

A blast from behind took the head of one of the Racers right off, and it stumbled backwards, smoke billowing from its shoulders. 

"Nice one, Viv!" 

Camilla swung her autocannon to bear at the last oncoming frame and let loose. Rounds slammed through armor, twisting internals into grotesque shapes, and the hulk collapsed into the dust.

"That's three Racers down, 22B. That's all of them?"
"Confirmed, Captain. We've got nothing else but you."
"Not much of a fight. How come we get no action for months and all of a sudden this love triangle targets the facility?"
"... Your guess is as good as ours. Can you pop the hatches? The execs want to know who they're dealing with."

Camilla noticed the brief hesitation in the operators voice, then replied, "Sure thing. Ghosts, let's get those cockpits open," then, in a private frequency, "If there's anything left of them to pop."

She swung her Gladiator towards the Racer she'd just downed, and extended an arm to the frame. She emerged with a carbine at her shoulder, stepped down the length of the arm before reaching the Racer. She wrenched the battered canopy free, and Camilla recoiled in shock. 

"Uh, 22B?"
"Go ahead, Captain."
"This one... it's empty." 
"Say again - there's no body?"
"Negative."
"That's impossible."
"I'm just telling you what I see," Camilla snapped. [i]What the fuck is going on?[/i]

"Check those other wrecks," Camilla ordered. "Anything you find - bodies, ID, mementos, orders, I want to know about it."