As Jack had already noted, the lock was sturdy but not complicated. He swiveled out one of the blades from his multi-tool, a special gadget Uncle Virgil had spent hours building into one of the tool's original screwdriver heads. This wouldn't take long at all.
He paused, frowning. There was something not quite right about the lock mechanism, he realized suddenly. Not quite symmetric, actually. He leaned closer for a better look, and it was then that he noticed the extra piece of metal extending off the lock about a quarter of an inch to the right. A piece that didn't quite blend in with the original design.
'What is wrong?' Draycos asked, his head rising up from Jack's shoulder.
'The lock's been wired,' Jack told him, running his finger by the extra metal strip, being careful not to touch it. 'Something's been added to the lock, with this piece of metal there to cover it. Ten to one it's a trip-line.'
'What does that mean?'
'It means that if I spring the lock, someone's going to know.'
'Interesting,' Draycos murmured. 'It is not part of the standard lock mechanism?'
'Definitely not,' Jack said, shaking his head. 'In fact, I don't think I've ever seen anything like this on a simple storage locker. Usually if someone wants to protect something, there are better ways to do it.'
'Then why was it done?' Draycos asked.
'I'd think that would be obvious,' Uncle Virge said tartly. 'Even to a noble K'da warrior. They want to know if anyone breaks in.'
'But if they are afraid the object inside will be discovered, why not simply remove it from the locker?' Draycos pointed out. 'Why leave it inside and then create a trap?'
Uncle Virge snorted. 'You familiar with the word 'bait'?'
'I do not know that particular usage,' Draycos said calmly. 'But from your tone I can deduce its meaning.'
'I'm so glad,' Uncle Virge growled. 'Well, Jack. What now?'
'I don't know,' Jack admitted, gazing at the lock. 'I can't tell how the trip-line is wired without a scanner and some better tools. And without knowing that, I can't disarm it.'
'You have the necessary equipment aboard the Essenay?' Draycos asked.
'Sure,' Jack grunted. 'But I'd never get it in past customs. The Vagran Colony really leans hard on thieves.'
'So it's a stalemate.' Uncle Virge sounded disgusted.
'Something like that,' Jack said. 'I guess that leaves us only one option. We open it up, take a quick look, then head for the tall grass before whoever's at the other end of the trip-line gets here.'
He waited a moment, hoping one of the others would either try to talk him out of it or have something better to suggest. But both Draycos and Uncle Virge were silent. Taking a deep breath, he lifted the multitool and set to work.
'Easy, lad,' Uncle Virge murmured. 'Remember your training.'
Jack bit at his lip. Yes; remember his training. His training, and his experience, and his methods.
So much for putting the past behind him.
Thirty seconds later, he had the lock sprung.
'Draycos, keep an ear out,' he told the dragon as he lifted the latch and pulled the door open. 'Let's see what we've got here.'
'Well?' Uncle Virge demanded.
'Just like Draycos described it,' Jack said, eying the device as he folded his multitool and put it away. 'Let's see; there's a plate attached near the bottom that says 'Hamker-Rovski 550.' That ring any bells?'
'Well, well,' Uncle Virge said thoughtfully. 'It does indeed. A Hamker-Rovski 550 is a low-temperature refrigeration unit.'
Jack frowned. 'You mean like a food freezer?'
'Colder than that, lad,' Uncle Virge said. 'Considerably colder.'
Jack frowned harder. Then, suddenly, he got it. He got all of it. 'Well, well,' he said, smiling tightly. 'Or did someone just say that?'
'Yes,' Uncle Virge said. 'But it bears repeating.'
'If you have a thought, please speak it,' Draycos put in.
'What, the noble K'da warrior doesn't know everything?' Uncle Virge taunted. 'How surprising.'
The dragon's head rose further out of Jack's shoulder. 'I do not claim to know everything,' he said, his voice deep and clearly annoyed.
'Take it easy,' Jack soothed him, closing the locker and heading back toward the maze of boxes in the center of the warehouse. They'd seen all they needed to, and it was time to make tracks out of here. 'Uncle Virge always likes to get places before everyone else. Just ignore him.'
The dragon head sank down a little. 'Then explain.'
'It's really pretty simple,' Jack said. 'I should have figured it out sooner. I don't know how much chemistry you know, but there are some substances that can go from solid to gas without becoming liquids first. That means they
