Major smirked, then looked at Diarmuid. “Show him.”

Beams of light burst from the forest green synth’s eyes, constructing a 2D holo map in the area in front of them. It showed an intricate plan of one floor of the terminal.

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“I had an organic buddy who worked there about twenty years back. His memory implant made this for us. It could be inaccurate or out of date now, but it gives you an idea. The automated freighters dock on the ‘north’ side.”

Major pointed to the segregated section on the ‘west’ side of the diagram. “That part is open to hauliers, but there’s tight security between there and the operations side. Cameras and security droids checking passes and serial numbers. Only Myrmidon staff and contractors allowed, and no organics at the moment.”