Creative Writing: Blood Brothers

A loud noise awakened both men. They jumped up, alert, ready to attack.
Kamryn stood inside the room with her back to the door, holding a metal pot in one hand, a large spoon in the other. “If either of you ever lifts a hand to the other, I will shoot the one left standing.”
They nodded, avoiding eye contact.
Kamryn banged the pot a half dozen more times as they grabbed their heads with both hands. “You each get a five-minute shower. We have new intel. There’s food in the kitchen.” She sneered at them on the way out.
Mark hurried to the shower, intent on getting his share of the hot water. The steam washed away his aches and pains, finishing with a chilly rinse to rejuvenate his nervous system. He dried, dressed, found Axel waiting when he opened the door. They grasped each other's forearms like two male warriors after a conflict, bumping shoulders in passing, which amounted to an unspoken reconciliation between brothers.
A moment later, Axel shouted, “No hot water.”
Mark

“Two hours under a halo and that’s all?”
“Oh, there’s more. To begin with, in the next forty-eight hours Valerie’s planning to take control of Mars with a league of backers in every dome to help her do it. Bryant thinks her plans include a ‘super hacker’ she’s paid millions to with clones as a bonus. Here’s the kicker: He’s also certain he heard her talk about using Mars as a springboard to continue her mother’s plans to colonize Europa.”
“No, no, no,” Mark groaned. “I thought it ended when I killed Coulter.” Mark dropped his head into his hands, the throbbing in his temples escalating. “Where’s Ohashi?”
“She is so pissed.” Petra snorted. “Locked herself in the bedroom to hunt for this super hacker. You know she has this whole I’m-better-than-thou thing going, right?”
Kamryn walked in as Mark splashed more brandy in his cup. She scowled at him.
“It’s a painkiller. Medicinal.” He gulped it down and growled. “Petra, what about Clay Bryant, Scarlett, and