Chapter Fifteen
“Welcome to the Proctor Conference Station,” the robotic voice said over Ragnarok’s comms. “Please present your invitation credentials.”
Joel and Reggie looked at each other with shocked expressions.
“Well, I guess this is our shortest job ever,” Joel said with a shrug.
Cody began furiously typing on the ship’s main console. “Maybe not. Dewayne should have taken care of this, but I can do it.” The screen flashed red for a second before being flooded with lines of code. “It’s a conference center, not the headquarters of one of the galaxy’s biggest and most advanced drug companies. They don’t house any sensitive data, so I’m sure they choose to spend their money on things that matter, like little plates and crab cakes.”
“Welcome!” the robotic voice said. “You will now re
