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Alan Metcalf waited outside room 702, the key card tucked securely into his left palm. He waited until the corridor was clear before using the card and entering. The room was pitch black with only a handful of blue chem. sticks on the ground to mark the route to the chair. He had done this many times, on this and other trips and he found it tedious. He found the chair and sat down.
“Soon everyone will be in the city and then you can go back and look for it,” His words rang nervous in her presence.
“How can you be sure it will be there?” Her voice deep, sultry, and full of doubt.
“Something happen yesterday, an engineer was killed.” There was an eerie silence.
“So, what of it?” her almost cold response made him shiver.
“The boy delivered something to the captain that very da
