Decker left the small datacube with the bricklaying worker who was laying a new level. The message on the datacube read:

"Commander Frase:

I've completed the initialisation of the warehouse perimeter security grids with the login and password you requested; these codes will work for both grids. I'll set up internal warehouse security measures next - I don't really trust JoJo to do the job right."

The fresh air was a blessing to Decker's lungs as he re-entered the Osgood And Sons Imports Warehouse via the basement. Decker threw off his thick red rubber gloves and unbuttoned the top of his rubber waders letting them drop around his ankles. Decker slipped out off his waterproof boots and stood on the cold floor in his grey woolly socks. He folded the pile of clothes over his arm and proceeded to the canteen. The mobile home sized generator that dominated the base of the warehouse hummed noisily with a few thunderous crackles as small bolts of electricity jumped across the electrodes that sat on the top of two spires.

Decker strolled into the small canteen next to the toilets, there were four picnic tables centred in the room, on one table sat a NSF member with his back to Decker, he was feeding two black muscular Doberman dogs. The dogs sat obediently as their master dangled rashers of bacon on front of their salivating mouths. One of the Dobermans whimpered and shuffled closer it was told to sit back down, which it did immediately. The man chuckled in amusement then threw to bacon onto the floor. He sucked the grease from his fingers and swivelled around on the seat.

"Oh hi! I'm Killian, please err…take a seat." He said wiping his hands down his combat trousers. The man was quite short but a stocky build, his sleeves were rolled up showing of a montage of tattoos. The Dobermans lay beside him, silky black coats shimmering in the overhead lights. "Been training 'em since they were six weeks old, guard dogs ya see, the other dogs come from a local scrap yard, but these two, they're my own." Decker smiled and sat opposite Killian who carried on eating a bacon and sausage sandwich drenched in brown sauce. This reminded Decker that he had not eaten yet. He looked at the variety of junk food that was displayed in the two vending machines; it was either chocolate bars or a packet of crisps. "A wonderful variety of flavours, for an, "acquired" taste." He thought sarcastically.

"So what d'ya do? You don't look like the "fighting" type" He chuckled heartily "Oh sorry… I don't even know your name." Killian laughed again, and then proceeded to bite into the soggy bread, splattering his shirt with splodges of sauce. "That's because I never told you my name" Decker said sarcastically in his head. He was fatigued and not in the mood to deal with "sloppy" eaters and "killer" dogs. "I am Decker Parkes. I work with the security team" Decker mumbled watching the blob of sauce collect on the man's chin. Killian sucked the sauce from his bottom lip and used his forearm to wipe his chin. "Security? Really? Man, rather be out in the field than stuck in places like this. No offence." Killian apologised. "None take…" Decker was cut off. "I help with the unloading of equipment and armaments, but also I am called out in the field now and then, I used to be in the United States Army. Are you an ex-service man?" Killian enquired. "No I err…used to work for…" Decker wavered he could have said the truth, Majestic Twelve, but felt it more appropriate to lie and say "…a security equipment suppliers." "Oh…" Killian exclaimed trying to sound interested. "Yeah, oh…" Decker mumbled. "Want anything?" Decker asked raising from his seat and walking over to the food vending machine. "Err…No I am okay, mate, just ate." Killian answered. "I think I'll go show the dogs around the place, to get them used to it" Killian rose from his seat and the two Dobermans rose with him. He wrapped the two thick chain leads around his muscular forearms and walked the dogs out of the canteen. "See ya 'round" Killian called as he pulled the dogs back on their leads to slow them to a control walking pace. "Yeah see ya" Decker called back, the chocolate bar fell heavily in machine and popped out onto the small tray. Decker reached down and untangled the chocolate bar and his hand from the annoying flapping guard.