Re: Part 8 - Frozen assets
The mine administrator smiles at Shard, but it looks faked, "Well, the problem is that you've already made things worse for me. Now I'm going to have to take somebody off the job they should be doing, trying to sort out the mess we have here, and send them to escort you to the break room. I asked you and your crew to wait there for a reason."
He turns away and beckons over one of his assistants, "Please escort this person to the break room. Make sure she gets there."
The man gestures towards the door, scowling at Shard, "This way, please."
The elevator platform reaches the next level, and the droid steps off. One wall of the level is entirely open, giving a view out across the interior of the storage warehouse, which fades away into distance and gloom, a jumbled see of storage containers, packing cases and drums.
There is a shimmer where the wall should be, a force field, but it doesn't stop the air here, on the upper level, being distinctly chilly.
The droid leads them across the open space and through a doorway. The break room is, as it turns out, pleasantly warm, and almost empty. There are, at most a half dozen workers sitting together at one end of the room, playing sabacc, or simply eating and drinking.
There are snack and beverage dispensers against the wall closest to the workers, along with a wall-mounted terminal which is currently powered down.