Jack looked up. The dragon was standing beside one of the lockers about thirty feet away, his head turned in Jack's direction. 'Something?' Jack asked.
'Perhaps,' Draycos said, his tail twitching. 'Come.'
Jack was at his side a few seconds later. 'What is it?'
'This storage unit,' Draycos said, poking his snout at the door. 'It is alone of all the others in having this attached to it.'
Jack frowned. Stuck across the door beside the lock mechanism was a small sticker with red edges.
A sticker with some very interesting words:
PROPERTY OF BRAXTON UNIVERSIS, INC. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.
Beneath the words was one of the most recognizable symbols in the Orion Arm: the Braxton Universis corporate logo.
'I do not read your word-symbols,' Draycos went on. 'What does it say?'
'It says the stuff inside is the property of Braxton Universis,' Jack told him. 'And that casual snoops like us are to keep our hands off.'
Draycos's green eyes glittered. 'Yet you said all their material should already be gone.'
'Yes, I did, didn't I?' Jack agreed, studying the lock.
'How's it look, lad?' Uncle Virge asked from the comm clip.
'Not too bad,' Jack said. The lock was sturdy enough, but it didn't look too complicated. Certainly not for someone who'd studied under Uncle Virgil. 'Looks pretty standard for this type of locker. I wish I'd brought some real tools, though.'
'What will you do?' Draycos asked.
'We call it breaking and entering,' Uncle Virge said, an edge of sarcasm to his voice. 'Not something a noble warrior of the K'da would do, I'm sure, but it's better than staring at a locked door and wondering what's inside.'
'You said you had a sensor device,' Draycos pointed out, gesturing to the EvGa in Jack's hand.
'Sure, but it won't see through locked doors,' Jack told him. 'It's a police EvGa, an evidence-gathering sensor. It can pull up fingerprints and dust and fiber samples, but not much more than that.'
'Then let us first use it,' Draycos said. 'Afterwards, perhaps there will be another way to look inside.'
'Such as?' Uncle Virge asked.
'No, he's right,' Jack spoke up quickly. There had been a challenge in Uncle Virge's voice, and he didn't want to sit here listening to the two of them argue. 'I'll start with the locker. Ready?'
'Ready,' Uncle Virge muttered.
It took five minutes for Jack to run the EvGa over the front of the locker. There were dozens of fingerprints, plus various alien smudges and finger marks. Uncle Virge dutifully logged each one as the sensor picked it up and analyzed it. 'A waste of time,' he grumbled about every other minute. 'A whole army of people could have come through here in the past two weeks.'
'Yet this locker warns others to stay away,' Draycos pointed out.
'It doesn't say not to touch,' Uncle Virge countered. 'You almost done, Jack?'
'Finished,' Jack said, lifting the EvGa away from the door. 'What's the grand total?'
'We've got eighteen separate sets of human prints,' Uncle Virge said reluctantly. 'There are also finger marks from two different Jantris, three Parprins—'
He broke off. 'Three Parprins and...?' Jack prompted.
'Two different Brummgas,' Uncle Virge finished, sounding intrigued.
Jack looked at Draycos. The dragon was looking back at him. 'Brummgas,' he echoed.
'That's right,' Uncle Virge confirmed. 'Well, well. Small universe, isn't it?'
'Are Brummgas not common among your worlds?' Draycos asked.
'They're common enough,' Jack told him, determined not to jump to any conclusions here. 'They specialize in low-voltage muscle.'
'Pardon?'
'Strong backs, weak minds,' Jack explained. 'Mercenaries, guards, heavy lifting—that sort of thing. There's no reason to make a connection with the Brummga we ran into on the Havenseeker.'
'I understand,' Draycos said. But he nevertheless sounded thoughtful.
'Can we get on with this?' Uncle Virge suggested.
'Right,' Jack said, looking around. Even after hours, someone was bound to wander this direction sooner or later. 'We'll do the floor around the locker now.'
'You're joking,' Uncle Virge protested. 'What in the name of buttered toast do you expect to find there? That whole army will have walked by, too, you know.'
'Scanning now,' Jack said, leaning over and holding the scanner a few inches off the floor. 'Start recording.'
