The tepid night air was thick with humidity, even this far up on the holding deck. Tankana held her breath as the sound of a P-662 sentry crept ever closer to her hiding place near a few all-too-small cargo containers. The stolen prototype ship only meters away from retrieval, and it's recapture the only way off of this industrial rock.

There was a bit of a hiccup about half-way through this. Recovering layers from a corrupt PSD file is an arduous task to say the least, but it was well worth it.