OCTOBER 2507 LUXOR SPACEPORT ERIDANUS II, 82 ERIDANUS SYSTEM If anyone passed by that particular door, all they would hear were the sounds of routine maintenance; the sounds of the janitors fixing a blown fuse in a control panel or working on a broken janitorial robot. However, the men behind that door were not performing routine maintenance; they were up to something far more sinister. "How much longer, Jack," wondered Wesley. "About five minutes, man. If I screw this up, we won't make it out of this death-trap alive." "Yeah, that's true –" "So there’s nothing to worry about, is there?"