Odd took up residence in what he referred to as a hang mans nest, a series of netted ropes, 4 different secured nets overlapping into a small hammock situated in the upper corners of the ships cargo bay. Many chose comfort for their home but Odd had suffered from such a lax attitude once and nearly caught a bullet for it. Some of the crew knew where he called his home but with all the containers blocking the view it was nearly impossible to get at without alerting him. 
With a vent hidden nearby it was a quick way in and out, not that he particularly cared to use them as a means of travel. The hallways were still a preference.

As the ship lurched in place, stopped by an outside force, Odd went into his routine. Outsiders were always bad even if the ship had stopped on its own accors to rendezvous. This didn't strike hisndelicate sensibilities as a predeternined stop. The jerking motion of a forced halt was a dead giveaway.
From his perch he holstered his rifle and sidearm, a lead firing assault rifle and a 6 shot revolver on his thing, and disentangled himself from the nest to land on a railway on the top level with the heavy pistol at the ready.

The captains voice echoed on the comms, bringing a rare smile yo Odds face behind his helmet. Cops.
Those meat heads had the same tactic. In a sprint, Odd made his way through the interconnecting hallways.
If he found anyone straggling behind, they would be taken with him to meet the force head on.