It had been an arduous crawl. Neil and Sayeeda were both slim and cut, and the shaft was wide, as it should be, for it controlled the oxygen flow of the entire station. Twice they had to climb upwards, bracing against the steel shaft with their arms and legs, Neil grabbing Junebug's hand to help her up once he had hauled himself to the next level. It had been close to an hour before they had entered the outskirts of Cheng's property. 

Neil doubted Cheng had men climbing through the shafts. To have traps planted in the shafts meant he was particularly rich for a backwater banker. Servo-spiders were advanced AI, used for reconnaissance and trap making. It had to be one of them that planted the photon-mine Neil nearly smacked his palm on. "Hold on," he breathed suddenly, slowly lifting his hand that had been a mere inch over the mine, and slipping his feet and hands back a 'step.' 

The slight indention in the steel was what gave it away. Nearly paper thin, though somewhat of an eyesore to an experienced engineer or thief, both professions Neil was quite adept in. He breathed out. "Hand me your combat knife," he said to Junebug, holding out his hand behind him. After a few moments he felt the grip of the Knife's haft, and slowly pulled it forward. He told Junebug to back up as he laid down upon his stomach, his freehand now gripping his multitool. 

Making a small wedge on the corner of the mine's placement plate, he cut a small incision into the steel with the tool and slowly lifted the plate. Luckily, photon-mines of this caliber were push activated and not pull, but it paid to be careful. Once he got a look of the explosive, a mine with an octagonal base that held the photon-spring energy, beneath a hexagonal top hatch where the triggers were placed. 

"You might want to crawl back...a lot of steps." He said, waiting for her to comply before he began to unlatch the hexagonal console and clipping the copper wire that activated the bomb. "Got it," he said triumphantly, and without even thinking he slipped the bare-circuits photon-explosive within his shirt. Only a bullet could activate its explosive now, and if Neil got shot well, he'd take whatever fucker killed him out as well. 

Around the next bend, there was a long shaft with ventilation screens every two dozen feet, which meant they merely needed to find the room of Cheng now. 
[@Penny]