Horn barely managed to make it to the one remaining escape pod with all the top secret files.Naturally, having spent none of the past six hours on the... bridge he had no idea where the hell he was now floating.The four meter square cube he was in had maybe a day's worth of air left when there was a sudden banging outside the hatch. Horn stood, hand on his sidearm, ready. He would defend the secret plans with him to the death, or preferably to the death of others. The hatch slid open ... and. After a cargo was unloaded, it was sent to a warehouse for storage, until it could be dispersed to where it was supposed to go. Most of the warehouses were individually owned by the ship's merchant owner. Another solution, was that several merchants pooled their money and bought a warehouse, or had one built.A whole host of boys had jobs as 'runners'. Their only purpose was to go to establishments, businesses, inns, and a host of other places. These runners were very knowledgeable of the. Harold dropped his sack and was off running as fast as his feet could carry him, yelling at the top of his lungs for the last of the troops to hear him. Arabella turned and looked up to the lookout in the tower and shouted up to him. ‘How many sails? Are they friend or foe?’ The lookout peered up the loch and made a count. He strained to see any markings he recognized on the sails. Finding one he knew, his face took on a look of great happiness and yelled back down. ‘Five sails and they’re. It was also connected to a rail at the bottom, to keep it taut.“Yah.”Omar walked in.“Oh good, you’ve started! Well, Professor ... Oh, wait! Force of habit. MISTER Carstairs. If you don’t mind, the Khafama and I will observe for a while.”I didn’t really think I had a say in the matter. Omar plonked down in the lounge chair and I snatched the seat at the desk just before the Khafama sat down there, which would have forced me to remain standing. Not for long, obviously. Just long enough for me to.