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For a few seconds nothing happened. Jack kept his back pressed against the locker, fingering his multitool and trying to imagine the kind of jobs Uncle Virgil would have put Draycos to if he'd had the chance.
Of course, convincing a noble K'da warrior to help him break into bank vaults would have been a sizable job all by itself. Certainly would have been an interesting conversation to sit in on.
Maybe he'd still get the chance. There was a lot of Uncle Virgil in Uncle Virge, after all. And if there was one thing Uncle Virgil had always loved, it was a challenge.
"There is a single item in here." Draycos's voice sounded muffled and distant, yet at the same time oddly close. Was the sound transmitting along Jack's back, perhaps? "It is a large cylindrical container, perhaps half your height, with tubing and smaller square boxes attached to its base."
Jack made a face. From that description, it could be practically anything. "Any writing on it?" he asked. "Manufacturer, model name—anything?"
"There are several groups of word-symbols," the near-far answer came. "However, as I have said, I do not know how to read them."
There was another skin-slide, and out of the corner of his eye Jack saw Draycos's head reappear on his shoulder. "However, I could attempt to reproduce it for you, figure by figure," he offered.
Jack shook his head as he stepped away from the locker. "That would take time. And it might still not tell us anything."
He lifted his multitool. "So. I guess we'll have to do this the old-fashioned way."
Chapter 11
After Uncle Virge's comment about breaking and entering, he expected Draycos to object to the procedure. But the dragon remained silent as Jack knelt down beside the lock. Maybe this wasn't something a noble K'da warrior wouldn't do.
Though only if necessary, of course.
As Jack had already noted, the lock was sturdy but not complicated. He swiveled out one of the blades from his multi-tool, a special gadget Uncle Virgil had spent hours building into one of the tool's original screwdriver heads. This wouldn't take long at all.
He paused, frowning. There was something not quite right about the lock mechanism, he realized suddenly. Not quite symmetric, actually. He leaned closer for a better look, and it was then that he noticed the extra piece of metal extending off the lock about a quarter of an inch to the right. A piece that didn't quite blend in with the original design.
"What is wrong?" Draycos asked, his head rising up from Jack's shoulder.
"The lock's been wired," Jack told him, ru
"What does that mean?"
"It means that if I spring the lock, someone's going to know."
"Interesting," Draycos murmured. "It is not part of the standard lock mechanism?"
"Definitely not," Jack said, shaking his head. "In fact, I don't think I've ever seen anything like this on a simple storage locker. Usually if someone wants to protect something, there are better ways to do it."
"Then why was it done?" Draycos asked.
"I'd think that would be obvious," Uncle Virge said tartly. "Even to a noble K'da warrior. They want to know if anyone breaks in."
"But if they are afraid the object inside will be discovered, why not simply remove it from the locker?" Draycos pointed out. "Why leave it inside and then create a trap?"
Uncle Virge snorted. "You familiar with the word 'bait'?"
"I do not know that particular usage," Draycos said calmly. "But from your tone I can deduce its meaning."
"I'm so glad," Uncle Virge growled. "Well, Jack. What now?"
"I don't know," Jack admitted, gazing at the lock. "I can't tell how the trip-line is wired without a sca
"You have the necessary equipment aboard the Essenay?" Draycos asked.
"Sure," Jack grunted. "But I'd never get it in past customs. The Vagran Colony really leans hard on thieves."
"So it's a stalemate." Uncle Virge sounded disgusted.
"Something like that," Jack said. "I guess that leaves us only one option. We open it up, take a quick look, then head for the tall grass before whoever's at the other end of the trip-line gets here."
He waited a moment, hoping one of the others would either try to talk him out of it or have something better to suggest. But both Draycos and Uncle Virge were silent. Taking a deep breath, he lifted the multitool and set to work.
"Easy, lad," Uncle Virge murmured. "Remember your training."
Jack bit at his lip. Yes; remember his training. His training, and his experience, and his methods.
So much for putting the past behind him.
Thirty seconds later, he had the lock sprung.
"Draycos, keep an ear out," he told the dragon as he lifted the latch and pulled the door open. "Let's see what we've got here."
"Well?" Uncle Virge demanded.
"Just like Draycos described it," Jack said, eying the device as he folded his multitool and put it away. "Let's see; there's a plate attached near the bottom that says 'Hamker-Rovski 550.' That ring any bells?"
"Well, well," Uncle Virge said thoughtfully. "It does indeed. A Hamker-Rovski 550 is a low-temperature refrigeration unit."
Jack frowned. "You mean like a food freezer?"
"Colder than that, lad," Uncle Virge said. "Considerably colder."
Jack frowned harder. Then, suddenly, he got it. He got all of it. "Well, well," he said, smiling tightly. "Or did someone just say that?"
"Yes," Uncle Virge said. "But it bears repeating."
"If you have a thought, please speak it," Draycos put in.
"What, the noble K'da warrior doesn't know everything?" Uncle Virge taunted. "How surprising."
The dragon's head rose further out of Jack's shoulder. "I do not claim to know everything," he said, his voice deep and clearly a
"Take it easy," Jack soothed him, closing the locker and heading back toward the maze of boxes in the center of the warehouse. They'd seen all they needed to, and it was time to make tracks out of here. "Uncle Virge always likes to get places before everyone else. Just ignore him."
The dragon head sank down a little. "Then explain."
"It's really pretty simple," Jack said. "I should have figured it out sooner. I don't know how much chemistry you know, but there are some substances that can go from solid to gas without becoming liquids first. That means they evaporate without leaving any puddles."
"I am aware of that fact."
"Well, one of them happens to be carbon dioxide," Jack said. "Which happens to be one of the waste gasses we exhale when we breathe."
Draycos's head lifted up. "Someone is coming," he said softly. "Three beings. Perhaps the watchers."
"Terrific," Jack muttered, pausing at the edge of one of the stacks and peering carefully around the corner. No one was visible, but if he concentrated he could just hear the footsteps. "Can you tell which direction they're coming from?"
"There," Draycos said, lifting his snout up and out of Jack's jacket and swiveling his head to point back toward the tube area.
"Ha," Jack said, ducking back into the maze of boxes and heading off at an angle. "Looks like they've outsmarted themselves. They figured my ship would be in one of the closer pads, and I'd just walk straight into their arms."
"You think they were waiting for you?" Draycos asked. "You specifically, and not merely someone investigating the cargo disappearance?"
"Who else would care about Jack being in trouble?" Uncle Virge countered scornfully. "Watch yourself, lad. Your friends back there reacted too fast to be any sort of cops I've ever known."