The exec was easy to spot as he made his way across the cargo bay. Quite apart from the two assistants and three troopers trailing him, the looks of disdain he was casting at the dirty environment and the sweaty workers showed he’d probably never been there before in his life.
Drake had to fight to keep the smile off his face. He was standing just inside the Dagger’s airlock but he was certain he was being observed. For him the activity in the dock was comfortingly normal, other than his crew taking great care to open and examine every container which came on board. That drew some curious looks from the station staff but no one had challenged the thoroughness so far.
Just as well. After the Commander smuggled a bomb on board the Dagger Drake had insisted on robust security checks th
