"Crap!"
"Indeed, Sir. Listing your container as manufactured goods will no longer work like we'd planned."
"Of course not you twit! I can't breathe vacuum!"
"Actually Sir, we had thought about that. We'd considered just plugging your suit into a coupling so you could breathe in space while waiting for the container to close again. But we will not subject you to those scans. There is too much risk any shielding would be detected or fail and you would be dead of radiation poisoning before you could reach any care facility."
Kazimir leaned forward and slammed both palms flat into the decaying shipping container repeatedly until his frustration faded slightly. When he finished he balled them and nodded, "Continue."
"The exit route we'd planned for you is not completely closed but is
