Cardamine, cardamine, everybody wants cardamine.

[equinosz]

Entering the room, the first thing Ray did was to open the crate, and put the cardamine and his handgun into it. With the codes he received from his employees in theory he could restart the engines. He hoped that there was enough fuel. He opened the windowed and lifted the heavy crate to the sill. After activating the cloaking device and the engines he pushed the crate out of the window. Fortunately he got a room, which looked at the park, so there wasn't anyone there in this late hour.

The crates automatics tried to compensate the sudden gravitational change as it started to drop down. Ray hoped that it has arrived safely to the ground. He waited a few minutes, than went down to the hall of the hotel, where the police were still asking some of the residents.

As he went toward the exit, a policeman stopped him.

-I am sorry sir, but I have to search you for any kind of evidence.

[color=#33CC00] -I'm just going for a little walk. I can't sleep with this ado going on here.


Ray walked slowly to the park, and started searching for the crate. He didn't want to deactivate the cloaking device, but as there was nobody around he did that. It was a few meters away from the spot where he expected it to land. After getting out the stuff from it he grabbed the crate and slowly put it in the river, which went beneath the hotel. As he didn't closed it completely the water quickly drowned it.

The next stop was his ship. He put the cardamine and the handgun in the secret container behind the cockpit. He will be in a completely different system by the time when they might find the crate at the bottom of the river.

He went back to his room, waiting for his contact, who may help him with his job.

---

Research is to see what everybody else has seen, and to think what nobody else has thought.