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While you carefully stow away the schematic, you consider your options - such as they are.
As you had figured, if you were to wait here for a minute, then you should be able more or less guarantee that those two wreckers from the ferry weren't following you. Which really, is all that matters here. And as much as you hate the idea of just floating around, burning through your fresh spares, as the alternatives both involve blazing another path through the hulk, it seems to you that you shouldn't think of idling here as waste, but rather as an investment in the security of your incredible find. That line of thinking makes this much more palatable to you - and when you impulsively decide to do a little double-duty here, by spending the time poking around in more of the crates floating around the bay, you find that it turns what might have been a rather stressful situation into what is <span class="mu-i">almost</span> a relaxing break.
After a cursory search of three dozen of the crates with nothing but torn, insulating liners to show for it, you are wondering if you have waited long enough to draw out any potential pursuers or if you should spend another half-dozen boxes worth of time here. That question becomes moot, however, when three wreckers come out of the door at the rear of the bay, hauling and towing wraps. Some of their bundles are decently sized, but you cannot tell immediately if the conduit inside is clean or not - or if it is even conduit inside at all, and not electronics. You groan to yourself, figuring that you are now going to have to wait even longer, to make sure that these wreckers have left the bay ... when one of them comes over the radio.
"You got a lot of fucking nerve, thief."
Oh Jesus fucking Christ. Horne. The chiseller turns to the other two wreckers with him.
"This bastard stole a load right out from underneath me - and if that wasn't enough, he just left me with my suit misfiring, defenseless in a wreck full to the fucking brim with monster conduit worms."
Apparently, it wasn't enough for Horne to try to chisel in on you, no, he also needs to bad-mouth you to the rest of the wreckers on the shift. And just when you were considering trying to pull together a crew too.
> Please choose ONE of the following:
> Ignore his nonsense, and head into the hulk through the cupola.
> Ignore his nonsense, and head into the hulk through the door.
> Ignore his nonsense and wait for him to leave.
> Confront Horne and his nonsense here and now.
