"When? When you suddenly decided to walk out of the door for good? Why did n't you tell me you were leaving sooner instead of on the last day? Don't you trust me?" tears of emotion rolled down her flushed cheeks. Decker winced painfully, he hated confrontations, they made him feel like a child.

"I do trust you, I really do and I am so sorry. I would have told you sooner, but I did n't know what to say." Decker explained.

"So you leave it for some dumb ass technician to tell me?" she said calming down slightly.

"I'll keep in touch. I promise. It's just I'm too old for all this running around, rogue shit." Decker smiled and went to comfort Erin; she embraced him wiping her tears on his shoulder

"You've been like a father to me." She whispered then let go and proceeded up the stairs of the cargo bay of Lebedev's Bowing 747. Decker stood there thinking to himself about what she had said, it had touched him. He looked at the canister Killian had gave him at Battery Park, which was contained in a suspension crate. Decker knelt down and deactivated the shimmering force field by punching the code 9905 in on the small metallic keypad. He picked up the small hexagonal canister and inspected it. The jelly-like liquid inside glistened with a light blue glow as it slopped heavily from side to side. What ever it was he knew Juan Ivanovich Lebedev would know what to do with it.

Decker looked at his watch, time was slipping away he still needed to oversee the loading of Ambrosia at the docks. Decker strode through the stacks of ribbed cargo crates out on the airfield. The small boathouse was busy with activity; NSF members were unloading the Ambrosia from the backs of juggernaut lorries and carrying them to the speedboats. Young was also overseeing the shipments checking with the supervising officer on the progress.

"How are things going with the loading, Young?" Decker asked as he approached.

"Very well, it seems we're a head of schedule." Young replied writing something on his clipboard. The supervising officer made himself known by coughing quietly. Young looked at him

"Oh, this is Lieutenant Barrett, he is supervising the shipment." Young said and the Lieutenant saluted.

"Pleasure to meet you, sir." He said. Decker nodded and smirked in amusement at the Lieutenant.

"Can I have a word Young?" Decker asked.

"Sure." They walked off down towards the defence tower.