“Can you bribe the drones back to our side?” Flyn asked.
 “Probably not, their behavioral patterns are completely overwritten. Whoever’s doing this knows what they’re doing.”
 Who would threaten him on this quiet planet? Had Romanos somehow discovered Flyn was intruding on his turf? From what he had heard, he wouldn’t put it past the gangster boss to blow someone to bits over a slight like this. However, the fact that they had only loaded the cargo meant that they wanted to keep him in place. Whatever the case, he needed to act, and fast.
 Flyn staggered to his feet, swaying a little. The keys were getting to him. He felt wobbly and his mind was slow. This stash was much stronger than he had anticipated. Well, he would have to deal with it.
 “They have forced my door open and six individuals have entered,” his ship told him. They were working fast. A few moments later voices were starting to come from outside the hall.
 “I think we’d better hide,” Qula said, “Quick, that way.”
 Unsteadily Flyn followed her around the corner. They had barely ducked out of sight when the door opened and footsteps entered the lounge. A deep voice went through the room.
 “Their things are still here, they can’t be far. Search the place. And remember, the boss wants them alive.” The footsteps scattered hastily through the ship.
 They had to find a way out without their enemies blowing up Flyn’s ship. Flyn cracked his brain, but had a hard time keeping his mind sharp.
 “I’m gonna stop doing keys while on a job,” he muttered.
 “You have made this declaration on 14 occasions,” his ship stated. “Based on personal history and external sources, the likelihood of success is calculated to be…”
 “Please, ship, not now”
 Peeking around the corner, they saw two of the gangsters investigating the table with Qula’s equipment.
 “We have to get outside,” Qula said, “if they find us things will get tricky. I need time to be able to unload your cargo.”
 Flyn nodded slowly.
 “Are you all right?” she asked, “You look like you’re on a double dose of keys.”
 In an attempt to look sharp and alert, Flyn squared his shoulders, took a deep breath and nodded. Unfortunately, the sudden motion made him lose his balance and he had to catch himself.
 “You DID take a double dose? On a job?” Qula asked in an angry whisper, “Honestly, I’ve known some pretty bad chain smokers but this is a first.”
 “More like key chain smokers.” Flyn responded, and snorted because of his own joke.
 Qula barely had enough time to shoot him a furious glare before the gangsters reacted.
 “Around the corner! Get them!” Their shouting was answered by cries from other parts of the ship.
 There was no other choice. They would have to fight their way out. Flyn reached for his blaster but his hand grabbed thin air. Holding Flyn’s weapon, Qula jumped around the corner and immediately took out one of the mobsters. Before she could take out another one, the man had fired a round of blasts at her. The last one hit her just above the knee. She managed to shoot the man in the chest but crashed down on the floor.
 The cries of the other mobsters where getting nearer. Flyn could escape easily, but there was no way that Qula would be able to move on her own with her leg. He didn’t really owe her anything, they were just one time business partners. But could he really leave her behind?