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5 - Outsmarting the System: When Two Wrongs Make a Rescue

  • Writer: Icarus
    Icarus
  • Mar 16
  • 5 min read

Updated: 1 day ago


You are reading Scene 5 of Icarus, a novel unfolding within The Mars Chronicles—an epic story of the first human settlements on Mars.


Following the collapse of the Russian outpost, a desperate distress signal reached not only the Chinese base, but also the Americans. Bound by political rivalry and strict corporate orders, the American crew at Minos Settlement were explicitly forbidden from offering aid. But some lines can't be ignored.


Now, under the radar of Earth Command and the ever-watchful Twin Minds, they must outsmart the system—risking everything to carry out a covert rescue mission. This scene takes you into the heart of that operation.




Minos Corporation Outpost on Mars – Loading Ramp – Mars Year 73, Sol 125


“If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start.”

—Charles Bukowski​


A dull metallic glint caught Lena Ryland’s attention—just a wrench, half-buried in the Martian dust near the loading gate. She bent down, picked it up, and wiped the oxide-streaked grime from its surface. Another reminder of how fast everything here could fall apart if they weren’t careful—especially now, with so many caravans swarming the region.


At this hour, the loading bay was unusually busy. Crates were stacked along the wall, waiting to be loaded onto half-filled hover lifters. The plan was to dispatch each vehicle in order—officially logged as “maintenance runs,” “waste exports,” or, in the boldest lie of all: entries in an illegal Mad Max-style race. If Earth Command—or worse, the Twin Minds—dug too deep, they’d find plenty to question. But that was the idea: layer enough small lies to hide the real crime behind a lesser one.


Lena Ryland checking a digital tablet beside a rugged Mars transport truck, coordinating cargo inside the spacious Minos hangar.
Lena Ryland at the Loading Bay of Minos Settlement

David Everhart, the station’s operations director—a tall man with graying temples—stood off to the side, arms crossed, watching closely. Lena caught his eye; a single nod told her everything had passed final inspection. She looked down at her handheld interface and took control of the digital logs—making sure the Twin Minds wouldn’t see what was actually packed behind the crates.


Just decommissioned caravans,” she reminded herself. A reckless distraction—a minor offense Minos might be willing to overlook.


In the distance, engines roared—the caravans were starting up outside. Mechanics flooded the concrete platform, some genuinely preparing for the “Mad Max” rally out on the plateau—a favorite (though banned) pastime of the younger outpost crew.


Engineer Ian Everhart’s convoy—five linked trucks carrying unmarked cargo—waited quietly in the far corner. For Lena, that was the real mission: delivering critical supplies to the Russian station without Earth’s knowledge. Minos Corp had explicitly forbidden any involvement. But ignoring Vostok’s situation had felt impossible. And a well-timed diversion was worth more than a hundred permissions.


Lena moved past a stack of crates. Each beep from her device—deliberately mislabeling the cargo—tightened the knot in her stomach. “Motor part scrap,” “broken sensors,” “deconstruction debris.” The display flicked through false entries—none of it true. She could almost hear the Twin Minds humming in the background. If they looked deep enough into these logs, they’d find the inconsistencies. The outpost had developed a layered system of half-truths and short-range pings to avoid detection. At least, that was the plan.


Lena and David Everhart talk in front of a Mars convoy truck inside a sci-fi hangar while Ian climbs into the truck cockpit in the background.
Lena Ryland, David Everhart and Ian Everhart at the Loading Bay of Minos Settlement


David stepped up beside her, speaking quietly.


“All caravans ready to roll?”


“Yes,” Lena nodded. “Three units are heading out ‘for the race’”—she tilted her head toward the noisy, shouting crowd checking steering rods—“and one’s officially registered as ‘waste transport.’ Ian’s. The log says he’s heading to Sector Nine—same place we used to run the test races. If the Twin Minds do a surface scan, they’ll see a pattern that looks clean.”


A uniformed dockmaster approached, tablet in hand, half-shouting over the noise.


“Dust conditions are unstable near Sector Seven—tell the drivers to ease off! And tone down those corporate logs, Ms Ryland. Last month’s ‘repairs’ already ate half our budget.”


“Understood,” Lena replied with a tight smile. The dockmaster was already off, likely to wrangle the race caravans. Lena exhaled, then ran her palm across the control surface, finalizing the last round of route overrides.


On the far side of the loading bay, Ian Everhart jumped down from the steps of the first cargo truck. He was tall, broad-shouldered, his movements full of momentum—he could’ve been a younger version of his father. A light stubble usually shadowed his jaw, and though he kept his wavy hair slicked back, it still seemed like something was always in motion around his head: fire, wind, energy. He never let it grow long, yet there was something unruly about it—just like him. Martian dust clung to his flight jacket, tracing every fold. That usual calm confidence settled around him—some called it arrogance. He gave Lena a half-wave, which she ignored. Most of the rumors about him were true: he had a near-mythical sense for Martian roads. Lena just hoped his luck would hold out—this time, it actually mattered.


The engine noise surged. The Mad Max caravans rolled out first, launching toward the plateau in a storm of cheers and theatrical bravado. Behind them, Ian’s convoy began to move—quietly, unnoticed in the shadow of the chaos. Lena’s pulse hammered. She counted five trucks—each packed with falsely labeled crates: medical gear, food rations, engineering kits.


Emergency shelters had been mapped along the route—just in case a storm hit. David leaned in and spoke in a low voice.


“It’s all set. Minos will only see noise.”


He gave Lena a weighted look.


“Hold your ground. This matters more than a slap from Central.”


Lena nodded, almost imperceptibly, then stepped back and put on her suit just as the upper hatch began to creak open. She was young, decisive, and fast wired for Mars. There was a constant order in the strands of hair framing her face—smooth, shoulder-length, falling in near-perfect parallel lines, as if they never lost track of one another. There was a strange harmony in that hair—like a signature written in its own language: invisible, yet recognizable from anywhere. The Martian wind hissed into the bay, curling dust around her ankles. The dockmaster waved the hidden convoy forward. One by one, the trucks rolled into the rust-colored half-light, headlights casting dim arcs through the dusty air. Ian Everhart’s lead vehicle brought up the rear, swallowed by swirling sand.


Once they vanished, the gate slammed shut with a metallic boom, sealing off the storm-heavy world outside. The dock re-pressurized and fell into sudden silence. Only a few technicians remained, glancing at each other—an anxious thrill of victory flickering across their faces. They really believed they’d outsmarted the system.


Lena stifled a shiver, then looked down at the console where the falsified logs were still running: “Vehicle 3 – Race Caravan Test.”


She set down her controller, adrenaline still pulsing through her. The outpost had staked everything on using two wrongs—illegal races and unregistered transports—to conceal one deeper truth: saving the Russians from certain collapse.


Outside, in the dying light, Ian was already en route on a journey that might take a week or more. Lena keyed in the final override, careful to ensure the route data would “align” with the official records stored back on Earth.






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