Farvis search the shuttle for anything useful he could take but came up empty.  The emergency supply kit contained a bottle of brandy and some protein bars, but there was no sign of the first aid kit or the emergency laser pistol that was supposed to be there.  It was possible they stripped all of the emergency weaponry from the shuttle before the mission to keep it from the dangerous criminals they were loading on board, but he doubted they were that competent.  It was much more likely that some idiot was using the shuttle to hook up with female officers and was too busy in his pursuits to think about restocking anything but the food and alcohol.

He stood up as he felt the umbilical connect and waited to leave, preferring to keep the angry cyborg in front of him he he wouldn't literally stab him in the back.  He saw Marga eying the cockpit and knew what must be going through her head.  He knew because the same thought had already went through his head dispute his inept piloting skills and been discarded.  "There are much better prizes than a military shuttle." he whispered beside her ear.  "You just need to wait a few hours."  Hopefully she wouldn't take the shuttle.  That would mean losing a very valuable ally in the operation he had planned.