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A loud 'boink' echoed through the cargo bay followed by a hissing “Son of a b..!”.

John rubbed his sore head while reminding himself to keep a stealthy attitude. He muted his cursing and briefly beamed around the room. The Mars Rover was standing quietly in front of a big airlock hatch. He assured himself there was nobody on the two aluminum stairs behind it, shrugged and continued his quest for smuggled treasure: Dried food, rock samples, medical supplies.. where wás his secret stash? He quickly placed the items back in their containers and looked behind the second aluminum bulkhead where yet another set of containers was stacked away.

On the bottom left was a small container labelled 'JD 15'. John opened the lid to reveal a small bottle of Stuarts Draft. This was definitely his case. Suddenly a subtle echo filled the cargo bay behind him. John quickly closed the case and pretended to look for some dried food. He casually closed the bulkhead before turning around.