Shoot for Earth: MedSci Missions 3

O’Bien woke to find mins staring at her. There was a shiny boxy vehicle nearby, and a half dozen mins outside the net. Everyone else was already awake, waiting quietly.
“You finally woke,” a min said in an electronic voice. “Time to get in the truck, then. Stand back.”
The humans complied, and the min fired a weapon that made the netting sizzle and disintegrate. They got into the truck to find there were no seats. Instead, there were rows of stations with robot-shaped hollows. Their guards snaped themselves into stations, leaving the Chiron party to sit cross legged on the hard, slippery floor and grab onto what they could as they bumped along.
They arrived at a large rectangular building, with the look of rusted metal. A door barely wide enough for mins and people slid open and they entered. The ceiling was just high enough for a min bot to clear by an inch, giving the humans a few inches to a good foot of clearance. A min led them to a modest sized screen. O’Bien gasped at what she saw on it.