The smell was repulsive. Deep down in the dank, dark, dismal sewage drains, Decker worked quickly on the laser grid motion detectors. The drips from the condensation echoed around the algae covered brick tunnels. Decker felt safe even though other people would feel alone and vulnerable in the darkness. He could hear the other NSF members down in the distance, installing the cameras, drilling holes in the old discoloured bricks. With the overhead lantern directly above him, glaring bright and white Decker clipped the thin plastic wires to the space between the brickwork and connected them to the electronic control panel.

Decker walked down the long circular sewers, checking that all the surveillance cameras and autonomous defence turrets were in their correct positions. Decker sloshed through the small stream of stagnant water that pooled down the centre of the tubular sewage drain in his waterproofed boots, the other NSF members were busy rolling out metres of wire on small drums. They were dressed in long black mackintoshes and wore shiny black waterproof waders (overalls) underneath. The small lights that ran along the roof of the circular sewage drain flickered on and off, years of algae and waste had stained them a dirty brown so the light was dim. Decker carried his small laptop under his arm and passed the working NSF members and descended the small grimy maintenance ladder. There was a NSF member laying some bricks to seal the underground entrance. Decker smiled to him as his feet touched the ground. "Just doing some final security checks." Decker said to the squatting man. "Okay. Just hurry up or I'll have to brick you in down here" He chuckled. Decker was in a grumpy mood and smiled half heartily; he said an insult directed the man, quietly inside his head. Decker carefully stepped over the knee-high wall and carried on around the cesspool. There was a massive pipe protruding out of the far wall it snaked its way across the room. Decker climbed the other maintenance ladder and made sure the sewer drain cover was immovable. He then walked backed and checked that the underwater pipe grate cover was locked. Everything was secure.

"Could you pass this on to Commander Frase when you see him please?" Decker asked politely, but still in a foul mood. "Yeah, whatever mate, just drop it by the ladder" The man said not even looking up at Decker. Decker sucked the stale air through his tightly clenched teeth. He was not angry with the workers who were helping him set up security, he was angry with JoJo Fine.

JoJo was a NSF colonel. Decker always wondered how, the man was a street punk with an "I'm a badass" attitude. He was a pimp-gangster in Hell's Kitchen, tattooed and pierced all over his body. Decker knew the NSF only hired him because if need be, he could get things done, he was connected to the "right" people. The NSF had put him in charge of the National Secessionist Forces around the Lower East Side of the Manhattan area, this gave him a lot of responsibility but that did not stop him from being one of the biggest, arrogant, bastards Decker had met. JoJo was not bothered about defence and security, he just wanted to kill UNATCO troopers so he could get on with "Pimpin' sexy ladies" and getting "high" off Zyme. He was a liability.