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Steel had made it to the lower decks unnoticed by the mercenaries. His plan had gone wrong, but it remained the same, get them off the ship so they couldn’t be used as leverage against him. Below, the vessel was full of dimly-lit corridors with shadowy corners that gave the white iron walls an elongated effect. Steel knew exactly which room he had to search; he remembered the door with the large Do Not Enter sign on it. Whatever was inside was worth killing for; the engineering kid had found that out with deadly consequences. He moved slowly making sure he kept to the doorways and alcoves, his machine pistol held ready and its skeleton stock firmly imbedded into the arch in his shoulder. The thumping heartbeat of the mighty ship vibrated through the thick walls, making them carr
