We rode the cart to the windows that spilled light onto the catwalk. The room behind the windows was office space, complete with suspended Plas sheet ceiling inset with LED daylights. On the right of the open lobby were some space dividers, a couple of desks, concomitant chairs, a Telemutor Instant Communicator, a print station, even a counter toward the rear with coffee service and condiments.
On the left wall was a receptionist’s desk. There was no receptionist, of course, and no power to the Telemutor, the screens on the desks, or the printer. The coffee station was dark and smelled like stale coffee. An overflowing trash container built into the counter had a pile of crushed cups, balled up napkins, coffee stirrers, and other refuse at its base.
A door at the rear of the room opened into a short hallway with a couple of doors on either side, vacant unlit offices, a small conference room. A door at the end of the hallway opened into another corridor, which paralleled the walkway outside. The corridor was at least 45-50 feet wide and equally high and stretched to the vanishing point in both directions. A number of the shuttle carts were parked on the sides.
Another door, a double free swinging one, opened on the opposite side of the corridor. It was right next to a large, 40 foot wide roll up door that went nearly to the ceiling. Starc pushed through the swinging doors, Moon and I followed.
Inside was a large hangar fitted with pigeon hole berths for mini yachts, about ten on either side of the room, several berthed cigarette class ships like Talon. The far end of the hangar was dark. Neither Talon nor Shakara would have a problem getting in from the corridor.
I recognized Yorgie’s Space Rover there, gunmetal gray, sleek, powerful lines, all business, no fun. Blocky, but unlike Moon’s ship Yorgie’s Rover was made of big, imposing, intimidating blocks that didn’t look anything at all like Leggoes. He had a mini Masur cannon mounted underneath that he used to section asteroids, derelict ships, small moons and the like, into little salable pieces.
There were a couple others that I didn’t recognize. I’ll bet any amount that TeslaBeam is the Babe’s. Shirl Versacci always went for the best. I was thinking the Tesla could give Talon a run for her money. Heh, don’t tell Talon I said that!
Starc was headed for a plasmet stair that led up to an elevated office, the hangar control. It was lit up and I could see people inside. Was that the Babe?
