Halfway down the stairs in the Lancaster, Farradyne put out a hand and
whispered, "Trouble."
"I don't hear anything."
"Someone's tinkering with something down below. See the dim light?"
"Oh," she nodded. Farradyne waved her back, and stole down the stairs
and peeked cautiously around the corner. A man sat on the floor with
his back to Farradyne, probing into one of the mysterious boxes with a
long-handled tool.