Science labs, locked.
Medical labs, locked.
Botany, unlocked, but all the good stuff was in a cabinet with three card readers.
Gorram'it, a man could only pretend to be looking for the bathroom for so long before it started to be suspicious.
Aside from the pool table in Rec 4, there wasn't a single fucking thing on this ship worth stealing. He'd have to start gutting the walls to make a profit. No, wait, he hadn't found an unsecured route to the cargo-bays yet. Maybe one of the prints he'd lifted of the equipment, or that pilot kid's pool cue would do the trick.
Had to get on that, really.
Harry sighed as the door to botany shut behind him. Nothing but space-flowers. Not something he could fence worth half a damn. Cost more to transport it then he'd make.
Where else was left?
"I wonder if this ship has a lounge," he murmured to himself. Some real liquor, now that'd be worth stealing.
Damn it Feels Good To Be a Gangsta'.
A Real Gansta Type Player Plays His Cards Right.
- Alcove Shopping (Harry, TOSKirk)