Carmen Dellevon snuck around the spaceport nonchalantly. She noticed security was a bit lax around one bay, tucked down a hallway that was too inconveniently long to have much traffic. There weren't even any shops down this way. What a fortunate meander!
She slipped under a piece of neon yellow tape doing a bad job at blocking the bay entrance - not bothering to notice that it was police tape.
There wasn't anyone inside, which again seemed very odd. A quick glance around and she realized why. The place was fully covered with security cameras. It looked like the whole bay was automated. But, she hadn't tripped any alarms.
"Yeah, we just got it working last week- but it's..." Said a voice deeper in the bay to someone else. They were in the control room it sounded like, but the door was open. Carmen kicked off her shoes and tucked them under an armpit. Cowboy boots weren't exactly quiet and it was a miracle nobody had noticed her.
"I don't see why we don't," responded another voice. They sounded impatient. Carmen crept around the perimeter of the bay.
In the center was a tall th
ing covered with a giant black sheet-like tarp. It looked heavy and weatherproof- and it touched the ground right over there.
"...Politics, you know?" The first voice said again. Carmen wasn't catching the whole conversation.
"...up and running if they're just going to decommission it. Makes no sense!" the second voice said. Carmen ducked into the fold of the fabric covering the thing in the center of the room where it touched the ground. It was just big enough to hide all of her, and if they hadn't been looking at the cameras to see her get this far...well. That was the opposite of her problem.
Footsteps started to approach. Carmen held her breath.
"We did our job," Said the first voice.
"Woulda been nice, though, to be able to push them buttons," Responded the second.
"Yeah, woulda coulda shoulda. I'm starved," the first voice changed the topic. It sounded like they were going out the way Carmen had come in.
"Same. Clock out & hit the diner?" The second voice was all too willing to talk food over work. The footsteps quickened and receded down the tunnel that led to the bay. Carmen could have burst out laughing. If that was security, well. It was no wonder she was to fly out from here. What security?!