"You'll find an opportunity to get scantily clad. You always do," Dirk remarked, a sardonic tone to his voice as he banked the dragonfly to the south. As they were still a team, Jocasta had given him a small run-down on the controls and navigation gear of the dragonfly and Dirk had picked up on it quickly. He had gotten his hands on numerous interplanetary ships in the past, the dragonfly was manueverable and its sub-light handling was a bit more sleek than most anything else he had flown, but it did not take long for him to put the familiar pieces together and get a feel for the controls he wasn't used to. 

"I think you have her confused with me," her little AI said, popping up on the display in a bathing suit and a small hologram of a lounge chair behind her. 

Dirk ignored it, sending the dragonfly in a nose dive, passing by rockcrete spires and antenna to wheel round into a lesser, dilapidated docking bay. Even from hundreds of meters away, one could see the various building materials the architects had to make do with to fit the pieces of the landing pads together. Small cybernetic service bots hobbled this way and that on the scrapped-together steel platforms as small freighters and planetary speeder vehicles zoomed back and forth through the air. 

"So what's the plan?" Jocasta asked, making sure her weapon was locked and loaded. "Quick and messy or slow and sensual?"  

"We'll need the lay of the land, first. If the information on the datasheets are correct, we're five floors above the habs this guy frequents, and if we want to make a quick getaway, we need to make sure we have a clear path back to the dragonfly. Let's find a service elevator." 

"That doesn't seem very discreet..." She opined. 

"The elevator would just get in the way. If we find one, we pry it open and I jet us up. No would could follow unless they had similar equipment, and I can handle that if it comes to it." He said, unstrapping his seat belt and getting ready to step out of the landing bay. From the window they could see the dockmaster waiting expectantly, no doubt there to squeeze them for every credit they were worth.