- They're ready and waiting in the ship's cargo bay. - he led her through a few more corridors before approaching an ordinary checkpoint. It was located next to a hatch, most likely leading to a moored vessel. It was the first place where security guards were actually visible. Both of them had uniforms similar to Clarke's, although their jackets were short, contrary to Clarke's long coat. Both of them held their weapons, some type of small, bretonian carbines, and stood guard at both sides of the hatch. They did not seem to be overly dedicated, one of them only abandoning leaning against the wall when Clarke walked up to them.
- Sentinel Clarke. - one of the guards greeted him, while the other just made a far from overdone salute. Clarke just nodded, but the greeting guard stopped him. - I'm sorry, sir, but you can't proceed without a check. - he said, nodding at the suitcase. - Warden's order.
- Of course, of course... - Clarke said, walking over to a small scanner, seemingly built into a nearby wall. - Do you mind? - he asked Grubo, at the same time slightly nodding her suitcase at the scanner.
