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A/N – thanks to all you who are reading this, this is a very short chapter but I hope you like it. R&R!!
Inhered was led though the maze of corridors to a small room where he was instructed to stay for the whole journey.
"What about food?" he asked the security droid.
"Eh, meals will be arranged and delivered," it replied in a metallic voice.
The droid, which looked like a skeleton, turned and left, saying something into its communicator that Inhered could not make out but what sounded like, "Prisoner secure." He hoped that this was not what it had said; he didn't want the mission to become more complicated than it already was.
When the door whooshed shut after the droid, Inhered had a look around the small room, which was unnervingly like a prison cell. He tested the door and found it was locked- this was not looking good- then he thought of something.
He went over to the bed and rummaged in his pack. He found what he was looking for, his data pad. He took it out of its leather pouch and switched it on and after passing all the security locks on it, he placed it on the bed. He went over to the panel by the door and carefully removed the front of it with his knife, revealing the circuitry.
He picked up the data pad and using the knife again, he removed the back of it. He fingered through the wires in the wall and selected a yellow one and a green one and cut them. He then pushed the two wires under a chip on the circuit of the pad and screwed the back into place again.
He turned it over and the screen flickered, he now had access to the ships computer, but he knew he would need to find some alternate routes to find the information he was looking for. He wanted to know what was so important about the cargo this ship held in the vault.
He sensed something. Something moving but not organic, he set the data pad in the hole and quickly put the panel back on, just in time as a droid came in the door with a tray of what he thought was supposed to be food. The silver protocol droid set the food on the small table and left without saying anything. This was odd, he though, for a protocol droid, they were normally very friendly and talkative. The lack of speech from the droid reinforced his worries that he was being held as a prisoner. Now he had more things to do- find out what the ship was carrying and try to figure a way out of here.
He ate the food, which was unpleasant but edible, and went about looking through the ships computer.
When he finally found the cargo bay logs they needed alpha level security clearance, which he didn't have, but what he did have was a program on the data pad which could get past the encryption, however it would take some time, so he set it working and went over to the bed and sat down.
He crossed his legs and closed his eyes. He would use the time to work out the escape plan he would most likely need.