Sayeeda tapped experimentaly on the door they had entered through, her sub machine gun muzzle woke a soft metallic clang from the hatch. A moment later there was an answering clang from the otherside. Grinning maliciously she began to tap out a series of long and short clangs on the panel.

B Y E

A moment later came a series of bangs from the other side.

F U C K Y

chuckling to herself she stepped down the stair to where Neil and Drake were pulling themselves to their feet. She observed Neil's tattoo and resolved not to touch anything herself. It was unlikely but not impossible that the Terrans would be able to gain entry, somehow she doubted cutting bars or blasting charges were going to cut it. Now if they had time to bring up a plasma cannon...

"We should probably get moving," she said in a neutral voice and headed towards the circular corridor.

"And as much fun as anthropology class is, I don't see much to justify the effort so far," she said to Drake. The scholar coloured as though about to snap back at her but clearly though the better of it.

"You wont be dissapointed, it will all be worth it you will see," he said, striding forward. Maybe it would to Drake, but Sayeeda didn't have much use for a buried ruin she couldnt take with her, and the interest that people were showing in this place and in Drake was starting to make her a little uneasy. She wondered if his father had an idea of what he was doing and wanted him back for his knowledge. With a metallic rasp she stripped out her half empty magazine and fitted another tube of rounds. One problem at a time.

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