Lieutenant Bondi,
followed by Booker and Cord, moved quickly down the corridor. The Imperial
Marines checked each door, and found a mess hall, kitchen, barracks, and
medical center, all of which seemed sterile and unused.
“What is all this for?”
asked Booker. “Droids don’t sleep.”
“I imagine it was for
maintenance personnel or visiting supervisors,” said Bondi. “Looks like they
haven’t had visitors in a long while, though.”
The three men continued
to the end of the hallway. As they approached the last door, it slid open to
reveal an elevator. The men halted on instinct, and raised their weapons.
Nothing emerged to greet them, but Bondi couldn’t help thinking of the open
door as a gaping maw, the elevator shaft a throat.