The Dragon they came in occupied a somewhat larger space within the hangar, apparently meant to accomodate a single transport. The other end of the narrower section of the hangar was occupied by a Claymore. Clarke shrugged in response.
- You can take the lead, if you wish. - he said. A few other people followed them outside, including a woman wearing a uniform identical to Clarke's. She hurried past them, not paying attention to their activities. - But, as it stands, I am too much of a gentleman to let a lady lose herself. Please, follow me. - he said after a second, walking off towards the closest exit from the hangar. A battered, but relatively well preserved Prosecutor was being carried by a nearby crane while they walked.
