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That seemed to satisfy the boys who went back to patiently waiting. A few more

 

moments passed before a low rumbling began. The rumbling morphed into a loud grinding. The

 

grinding grew slower and slower until it sounded like a giant burping. The burp ended abruptly

 

followed by a high pitched pop that sounded like a bottle of fizzup opening. Then…silence.

 

The silence was a surprise because the mechanical sound of the module had been so

 

overpowering. For the first time they could hear the sound of the bubbling lava nearby.

 

Merrell smiled and gave Jacinda a thumbs-up. She returned the smile beaming at his

 

approval. Devon watched the exchange and smiled as well, but that had more to do with Merrell

 

and Jacinda’s growing friendship than anything else.

 

They all heard a mechanical whir as the nearby hatch slid open. A grubby looking fellow

 

emerged, a look of irritation on his face.

 

“Infernal piece of garbage! I done patched ya four times already.” He said no one in

 

particular.

 

The man continued to berate the unseen target of his wrath. “If I have to fix you again

 

I’ll recycle you into a toilet control valve.”

 

Devon had to stifle a laugh as the ragged man ambled and cursed his way to the control

 

port Jacinda had sabotaged. He turned the corner, going out of sight of Devon and the others.

 

This is when they planned on sneaking into the module.

 

Finally reaching the control port, the man fished in one of the pockets of his baggy

 

jumpsuit. Not finding what he was looking for, he moved on to another pocket. He failed to

 

locate the goal of his quest in that pocket as well.

 

“Where is that durn zeta-driver?” He growled. “I had it right here…somewhere.”
The man began to empty his pockets, tossing various tools, widget and gizmos onto the

 

ground around him. ”Hold on, let me think. I was working on the enviro-evaporator. Then I

 

fixed the core resonator. I didn’t need it to adjust the toaster…so I must have left it by the

 

resonator.”

 

While the man searched, Devon and his friends snuck into the module, slipping in the

 

open hatch and hiding behind a stack of battered equipment cases. Devon rummaged around for

 

a moment and found a stained, canvas tarp. He draped the tarp over the stack and then attached

 

it onto a hook on the wall, giving them a bit more cover. With the mess in the room, he did not

 

think that something out of place, like the tarp, would be noticed.

 

All three froze when they heard a clatter from the other side of the room. Devon peeked

 

out from underneath the tarp, checking to see if the man had returned. He noticed that a box had

 

fallen from a table spilling a handful of electronic parts across the floor, but he did not see any

 

sign of the man.

 

Just as Devon began to relax, he was startled by the mumbling curses of the man

 

returning from repairing the sabotaged control port.

 

“Durn, stinkin’, broken-down, piece of garbage. Can’t hold together for more than a

 

week without fritzin out.” He mumbled as he entered the room, thumbing the switch to close the

 

hatch. “If Cappy wants me to keep this place going he is gonna have to pony up a bigger share.”

 

The man turned and stormed out of the room, kicking aside the spilled electronic parts as

 

he did. He stomped through the hatch leading out of the room and slammed it behind him.

 

Jacinda pulled the tarp aside and ran to the hatch the man had just slammed shut. She

 

punched several buttons on a control panel next to the hatch and then sighed.

 

“That should lock them out so we can do our work.” Jacinda said.
“We risked all that just to lock ourselves in this room?” Merrell asked, looking confused.

 

“Yup, because these modules are used in very dangerous places, every room, even the

 

hallways, can be sealed and has an auxiliary control console. I may need to hack their control

 

codes, but once I do that we can run the entire module from here. We only needed to get inside

 

so we could access their systems.”

 

“Good job, Jacinda.” Devon said, obviously impressed. “How long do you think this

 

will take?”

 

“I can’t be sure until I try to access the system…but if their security is as sloppy as the

 

rest of their operation, it shouldn’t take too long. The first thing we have to do is find the control

 

console.”

 

Devon, Jacinda, and Merrell began searching the walls, moving cases and generally

 

rummaging around, trying to find anything that might be a control console. Several times Devon

 

though he heard the scrabble of something unseen moving around in the debris around the room,

 

but not seeing anything, he guessed it was probably just a mouse.

 

The search dragged on for quite a wile before it was interrupted by a curse from Jacinda.

 

“Oh, great. These pirates really don’t care about safety at all.” She said.

 

“Why, what did you find?” Devon asked.

 

“Well, I found out where the console is
supposed
to be. Unfortunately, these bozos have

 

removed it, probably to use it as a replacement for one of the primary control consoles. Doing

 

that is just dangerous. If someone was trapped in here during an emergency than they would be

 

helpless.”

 

“So what do we do now?” Merrell asked.
“Well…I think I may be able to patch my datapad into the system using the interface

 

wires that they
did
leave. But I will be limited in what I can do. But, it may be enough.”

 

Jacinda once again retrieved the toolkit from her pocket and set to work hooking up her

 

datapad to the control wires. She worked intently, a bit of pick tongue peeking out from the side

 

of her mouth showing her concentration.

 

She mumbled in frustration a few times before looking up at Devon and Merrell, her face

 

beaming.

 

“I think I got it. Now I just have to hack their system.” She typed furiously with her

 

thumbs on the tiny keyboard. “It looks like they haven’t even done any security upgrades for

 

quite a while. So…yup, I got it. We are in.”

 

Devon eyed Jacinda suspiciously. “How do you know how to hack into a system? I

 

knew you could work on hardware and stuff, but the hacking thing is unexpected.”

 

“What, I just know a little. You know, like enough to watch vids I’m not supposed

 

to…or getting an extra helping of dessert from the food machines. I don’t make a habit of it.”

 

Jacinda responded, a blush growing in her cheeks.

 

Merrell stifled a laugh. “Don’t worry Jacinda, Devon and I won’t turn you in. In fact, I

 

like your dark side.”

 

“I don’t have a dark side.” Jacinda said. “Just because I am poor doesn’t mean that I’m a

 

criminal.” Tears welled in her eyes.

 

Merrell was shocked by Jacinda’s heated response. “Jacinda, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it

 

that way. I…I…I’m just so sorry.”

 

Jacinda wiped away the tears, her anger disappearing. “No, Merrell, you didn’t mean it

 

bad. I can be sensitive about it. I shouldn’t take it out on you.”
Merrell shifted uncomfortably. “Still, I’m really sorry.”

 

Jacinda wiped away the last of the tears and cleared her throat.

 

“Well, that is enough of that. Now let’s get down to business. What should we do first?”

 

Jacinda asked.

 

Devon thought for a moment. “Jacinda, you know better than us how to throw a wrench

 

into their works. What do you think we should do?”

 

Her brows furrowed in though for a moment. She smiled suddenly, the light of mischief

 

in her eyes. “How about we start by reversing their sewer pumps and work our way up from
there.
Chapter 24
Burgess slammed the hatch behind him, scattering various bits of junk. He huffed, and

 

puffed, and grumbled his way back to his control console.

 

“Cappy had better get me better equipment soon or I’ll jet.” Burgess muttered. “I’m sick

 

and tired of keeping this place together with spit and bailing wire.” As he spoke, he rummaged

 

through a small box filled with electronic do-dads, like rainbow plastic popcorn. He plucked

 

items out one at a time, examining them for a moment then plopped them back into the box. A

 

few he simply tossed them over his shoulder to clatter on the floor, adding to the already

 

considerable piles of junk scattered around.

 

Burgess’ muttering lessened as his temper cooled, as did the frantic sorting of his bits and

 

pieces. He finally put down the box and turned his attention back to his control console. An

 

amber light on the console drew his attention to the waste control readouts. His confusion turned

 

to shock and then to dismay. He had only a moment to wonder what was going on before a
storm of yelling and the sound of rushing liquid drew his attention away from the console and

 

toward the bathroom hatch.

 

The hatch slid open, releasing a wave of foul-looking, brown liquid into the room. Cappy

 

rolled into the room, caught up in the vile wave. His arms flailed as he was tossed head-first out

 

of the bathroom, flinging gobs of waste all over the room.

 

Burgess ducked to avoid a particularly large gob and then nearly gagged as the smell of

 

the onrushing wave hit him. In the small room the stink made him dizzy and burned his eyes.

 

He leapt into his chair, the thought of being caught up in the stinking wave suddenly very

 

terrifying.

 

Cappy’s ride came to an end at the feet of Burgess’ chair. Cappy lay there unmoving, the

 

dregs of the wave washing past him. Burgess was afraid. If Cappy was gone than he was stuck

 

here all alone until one of the pilots returned to pick up the smelted ore. On the other hand, if

 

Cappy survived he would surely blame him for this. There was no telling what Cappy might do

 

in anger. Burgess pondered which fate he preferred for Cappy.

 

Fate answered the question for Burgess as Cappy rolled over with a groan. The groan

 

became a deep cough. Burgess did not want to imagine what Cappy might be coughing up out of

 

his lungs. The thought made him shudder.

 

Finally, Cappy sat up and eyed Burgess.

 

“What in tarnation is going on? Even
you
can’t be this incompetent.” Cappy said.

 

“I swear I don’t know what is happening.” Burgess replied. “It’s like somebody reversed

 

the sewer pumps on purpose. I watched the readout change, but it was too late to do anything

 

about it, before…well, you know, before your accident.”

 

“It doesn’t sound like an accident to me.” Cappy snapped.
“Okay, Cappy, let me run the systems through a full check. I’ll find out what happened.”

 

“Fine, I’ll be in my quarters cleaning up.” Cappy said.

 

He stood up, his clothes squishing and dripping as he did. He walked over to the hatch

 

leading to the crew quarters.

 

“Burgess, open the hatch. My hands are dirty.”

 

Burgess nodded a smile. “Aye, Cappy.” He punched the release button on his console.

 

The console squawked rudely, and the door did not open. He pressed the button again and got

 

the same response.

 

“Can you hurry it up?” Cappy asked.

 

“Uh, Cappy, it’s not working. It acts like I am locked out.”

 

“Whatever it is, fix it…this stuff is starting to dry and I’m getting crackly.”

 

Burgess had to stifle a laugh. “Aye…Cappy.”

 

He flipped switches, turned knobs and tried to access any of the other controls, but the

 

console seemed frozen. That could only mean one thing.

 

“Cappy, I got really bad news.” Burgess said. “Someone else has taken over the

 

controls. That means that they are inside somewhere.”

 

What?” Cappy said. “Good thing I got this.” He smiled a shark’s smile and drew a

 

chunky pistol from his jumpsuit.

 

Burgess pales. He might be a bad man, but he had never been a violent one. The thought

 

of fighting intruders made him go pale. Cappy walked over and grabbed the front of Burgess’

 

jumpsuit.
“Don’t get soft now, Burgess. We have to finish this, and I can’t get out of here unless

 

you can get one of these hatches open.” Cappy snarled. The smell, the gun and Cappy’s snarl

 

conspired to break him out of his shock.

 

“Sure boss, but I don’t think I can get one of the hatches open…” Burgess said, but was

 

interrupted by Cappy, who waved the gun in his direction. “But I was gonna say that the hatches

 

ain’t the only way out of here.”
Cappy grinned evilly.
Chapter 25
Devon and Merrell stood behind Jacinda as she feverishly tapped out commands on her

 

datapad.

 

“Okay, everyone is locked in wherever they are. That should give us some time.”

 

Jacinda said, in between keystrokes.

 

“Any chance they can get out and stop us?” Devon asked.

 

“Nope, not unless they know some way to override that I don’t know about.” Jacinda

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