"Come on sir, Lebedev is waiting. Clean yourself up and give yourself a few minutes. I'll wait outside" Decker whispered. The commander nodded and sniffed, he suddenly stood up straight and looked at himself in the mirror, he laughed at himself with embarrassment as Decker left the toilet and stood outside.

"Commander Frase! COMMANDER FRASE!" came a voice from down the corridor as an NSF rookie ran down to passed Decker. "He is just in the toilet, he'll be a few minutes" Decker said as the young man of about twenty ran passed. "Lebedev is waiting for him, sir" The young man said and went to open the toilet door. Decker blocked him with his arm and the man looked up with surprise. "Give him a few minutes," Decker said softly. "But…" the man was cut of by the vertical frown marks between Decker's aging eyebrows. There was the sound of a door opening on it's hinges both men turned to see Commander Frase standing tall in the door way. He coughed and Decker removed his arm from blocking the door. Frase walked through and walked squarely down and out of the small canteen area. Decker followed, followed by the young NSF recruit.

"Ah finally commander, please do not keep me waiting again, I have important meetings to attend after this one." The well-spoken Lebedev said turning around to face the commander. Many NSF troops were stood around listening to there leader speak. "My apologise, sir." Frase replied, "Shall we continue somewhere more private?" "Yes that would be best." Lebedev answered.

The two men, surrounded by the thuggish guards walked upstairs into one of the upstairs offices. There was a great sound of excited chatter as the door was shut. Decker saw Killian who he had met a few days earlier, he was drinking this time a nutritious milk-like drink. He walked over grinning. "Hey, Decker! How ya holding up ol' timer?" Killian laughed. "Fine, yourself?" Decker asked. "I am good, got myself a place on the UNATCO HQ assault team" he said cheerfully. " Can't wait to go kick some UNATCO ass!" Decker nodded and smiled, he took his heart medication, he shook it and looked inside. "Only a few left, shit!" Decker said to himself. Killian's smile dropped "What are they for?" he asked puzzled. "Oh these, just medication I have to take" Decker answered revealing nothing. "I err… gotta go see ya later and good luck for the assault."

It was mid-evening, the sky coated in a blanket of dark grey rain clouds; the temperature had dropped to just above freezing. Decker stood anxiously behind Lebedev, JoJo, and Frase plus some other key NSF members. "Yes. Password?" came a crackled voice over the small intercom. "Bloodshot" Lebedev said into the speaker. There was a sharp buzz and the lock of the single metal door opened. Lebedev walked in first followed by two bodyguards, JoJo and his "colleagues" (pimps and drug dealers), Frase and then Decker. They all stood closely on the small elevator and rode it down to the basement.

The basement was enormous, many boxes and crates were piled up to the ceiling in the one corner of the floor space. Twenty small commercial grade security robots lay deactivated in a group on the other side. It was Smuggler's Lair. Smuggler was, by name, an arms dealer; he stood at the face of the lift entrance covered in body armour, assault shotgun in hand.