Getting lost was indeed not a problem. They have soon settled in the carefully measured space intended for visitors, although not without a little help from the receptionist which was, against all expectations a robot.
Even a blind man would, even without one sense quickly tell that there was little room intended for everyone not directly associated with the mining operation aboard the station. If not otherwise, he would realise that when his head would feel the cold steel of a bulkhead.Indeed, despite having all senses still in relatively good condition the first thing Maister had to do was to find someone who would be prepared to make a few stitches on his head.
Then it was time to meet the station manager and most importantly Sigmund Bauer. So, once again Franz Maister, flanked by Klaus Henkel walked towards the reception.
Maybe the damn robot knows where they might be. If it has as much brainpower as my respected colleague Klaus, then it'll be like talking to a wall.
With such thoughts and a slight headache Maister wasn't in the mood to tell his colleague that he forgot the security card.
[color=#000000]Perhaps they'll space him thinking he's a Hessian. That wouldn't be such a tragedy.
It turned out that the robot did only know that they'll have to wait. Everyone was busy with the latest shipment of diamonds.
So the two of them, who have once been rivals for the higher step in New Berlin Museum visited the station bar. As they strode past an automatic door Klaus took the pass from his pocket.
For chancellor's sake! I won't get rid of him in the bar either.
Without any doubt, Klaus had similar thoughts when they sat in silence behind a plain, grey, metallic table beside one of the many large windows that provided a dull view of planet's dark surface. Only conversations of many miners made the clock go slightly faster for the two archaeologists.