Reginald was walking quickly along one of the darkened corridors leading to the landing bay where the Samura ships had set down while talking into a small com device.
"They are still running a patrol pattern a few klicks from the station Reg," came a voice through the com device.
"Tell them to get back to the station and docked in bay one right now. The last thing we need is a bunch of Bretonian fighter jockeys outside when those Blood Dragons arrive," replied Reginald irritably.
"Reg," came the voice again, "Are you sure this is a good idea? We're playing with fire here."
"Look, Meg... No one is going to find out, as far as they will be concirned it'll just be a bad coincidence. Now tell those Brits to get their exaust ports back here and safely on the station." This last sentance was said just as he entered the landing bay.
Looking around at the noisey, disheveled mass of people collecting at the far end of the bay he noticed a man flanked by men who were obviously guards approaching a group of DSE personal. Reginald jogged over to him as one of the DSE personal pointed Reg out to the guarded man.
"Are you in charge here?"
"Yes, I am the Project Manager here at the Construction Site."
"Why are you searching these people?" demanded Nagahide motioning to the mass of Samura personal who were now slowly filtering through the net of makeshift DSE 'guards', small piles of computer pads and hand held equipment begining to form in places.
"I'm afraid I can't let any DSE property leave this base Sir, regulations and all that," concluded Reg nonchalantly, "I could lose my job if this equipment here is just alowed to walk right off my station." He looked forlornly at the small collections of scrap begining to litter the ground around the DSE personal.
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