“It seems likely the freighters go straight from the planet’s surface to the terminal. If I were Myrmidon, I’d be closely watching them. They’re easy targets for pirates, and the fact they haven’t all been robbed suggests to me they’re well defended. Maybe your friend has thoughts in this regard?” Major mused.

Bodach pointed back towards the public area of the terminal. “There’s a market here, a boozer, repair shop…I’d be surprised if there wasn’t someone who could spoof a pass for you. Then maybe we make a bit of noise, cause a distraction; you'd slip right through without so much as a second look!”

“Or why don’t you just…you know…take a job there? These corporate frames all get first pick of the work, right?” Diarmuid interjected.