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I thought he was your friend?”
    Iaido took a drink from his own cup of coffee
before replying. “He is…but a true friend doesn’t stand in your way when you
have something important to accomplish. He allows you to fall if that is your
destiny but he’s also nearby to help you up when you need it.”
    Talia’s emerald green eyes flashed and a smile
came over her lovely face. “You have a plan.”
    Iaido couldn’t contain his grin. “Yes, I have a
plan.”
    *   *   *   *   *
    DJ followed Iaido’s directions and took the lift to
the lowest section of Haven. This was actually the worst area of the whole
station. It had never been fully repaired in the interim years since the war
and had become the home to the scum of Haven. Thieves, murderers, bums, slavers
and anyone else unable or unwilling to afford living topside made this area
their home. DJ was unsure why his friend was sending him down here but he
trusted Iaido. And even though some of his plans seemed outlandish or strange
on the surface, he rarely did anything without a good reason.
    Stepping off the lift, five thugs moved out of the
darkness to flank him.
    Without a second thought or hesitation, DJ pulled
out his Graver Mk7 blaster and blew a fist sized hole in the closest thug’s
chest. He didn’t need to fire a second shot as the rest faded from view.
Ignoring the body, DJ moved through the bowels of the station. Stepping over
the debris and rubbish which covered the corridors, he came around a bend and
stopped dead in his tracks at the sight before him.
    This passageway was absolutely pristine and
completely different from the rest of this level. The walls were polished and
floors swept. Additionally, the flickering lights which permeated the rest of
the level were gone and this corridor was brightly lit. A huge blast door could
be seen at the far end of the long hallway with foot long numbers boldly
painted in black that stood out in vast contrast from the gleaming metal of the
door and declared this to be his goal, hanger fifty-one.
    As he entered the corridor and moved closer to the
door, DJ heard the whirring of automatic defense guns deploying all around him.
He glanced over his shoulder and sure enough, four turrets had popped out of
the overhead and were tracking his progress towards the door. Naturally, this
made him nervous but he didn’t stop his forward motion. Iaido had sent him here
for a reason and it certainly wasn’t to be blown away by his security system.
    UR-L8 whistled three tones, low-high-low. “Pardon
this unit’s intrusion master but it doesn’t seem that we are welcomed here.”
    DJ ignored the bot’s pleas and continued down the
hallway until he reached the massive door. He looked for a way to open it but
there wasn’t any visible handle or latch. “You could be right.”
    Before UR-L8 could respond, a hollow voice came
over the hallway’s intercom. “You have ten seconds to identify yourself or you
will be incinerated. Nine….eight…”
    “I’m Staff Sergeant Scott DeJarnette, retired of
course.”
    “Please remain still while your identity is
confirmed through retinal verification, seven….six…”
    “I’m here at the direction of Iaido Achilles
Spartan.”
    “Five…. identity confirmed. Access allowed. Please
step back.”
    The massive door began to open.
    Whatever DJ was expecting to find on the other
side, what confronted him was not it. Hanger fifty-one was actually just one of
three storage units Iaido had hidden away in this sector of space for his
salvaged and captured items. This was actually his largest and main supply
depot. The hanger bay actually encompassed the majority of this entire level
but this was the only access hatch to the station. The rest were sealed shut.
Standing at the door was a ten foot tall multi-limbed android that was silver
in color and shaped kind of like an upright torpedo. It had three red eyes
which seemed to be able to swivel in a full circle as did its three