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followed. At the next intersection David turned left. Once he rounded the corner he took off at a sprint, passing several startled technicians. About one hundred feet down the hallway there was another T intersection. Perfect.
    David made a left. Immediately on his left there was an old fashion hinged door. He went through it. He was now in a large tech bay. There were train parts at work stations with technicians working on them. They didn ’ t even notice his presence.
    David again looked to his left and saw what he was looking for, another door. He walked up to it and cracked it. Through the crack he could see the T intersection he had just been at. The footsteps were getting louder again. David waited.
    The man from the ticket kiosk came into view. He walked up to the T intersection and stopped, looking both ways. Gotcha , David thought. He tried to memorize every feature of the man so he could identify him later, though, at this angle he couldn ’ t get a good view of his face. He was tall though, at least six foot two. And he was black, dark black, probably African. He had a nicely groomed flattop.
    The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a mobile. David couldn ’ t be sure but he thought it was vibrating. The man put it to his ear. “ Hey. ”
    Definitely African , David thought when he heard the accent.
    “ Where the hell are you, tech bay six or seven?... Damnit, I need to get the part before the train leaves. Is it done yet?... I don ’ t want your excuses. Now- … No. Shut up. I ’ m coming over there. ” The man angrily put the phone back in his pocket, turned right and headed down the hallway at a rapid pace.
    David wasn ’ t sure what he ’ d just seen. While his gut told him the African was more than he appeared to be, that phone call had been convincing. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe UNEC had simply let them go on Skyhook Station. He realized that if they were tailing him they were breaking multiple laws and crossing into many corporate jurisdictions. Well, if I see him again it means he’ s a tail . Too bad he hadn ’ t seen the man ’ s face.
    With that, David made a right out of the door and headed back to the lobby.
     
    Letsego kept walking at a brisk pace, winding his way through the maintenance areas back to the train station lobby. That had been close. If it hadn ’ t been for the extreme polish on the walls he would have never noticed Dominguez watching him through the cracked techbay door. He had thought quickly, pulling out his mobile, trying to create a cover for himself.
    I hope he bought it , thought Letsego. At least this had proved one thing. Mr. and Mrs. Dominguez were definitely more than they said they were.
    “ Conway, come in, ” Letsego said into his wrist mic.
    “ What ’ s up? ” a man ’ s voice said from his ear piece. It was Sgt Hassan Conway, one of Letsego ’ s team members.
    “ Dominguez shook me. He is definitely up to something. ”
    “ Did he get a good look at you? ”
    “ I don ’ t think so, but I ’ m going to keep my distance. What ’ s going on in the Lobby? ”
    “ Mrs. Dominguez hasn ’ t moved. Do you think he ’ s coming back here?. ”
    Letsego thought about it. Even if Dominguez thought that they he was being tailed, he would assume that Letsego had no idea where the two of them were headed. He and the woman would probably wait in the lobby until the last minute and then catch the train.
    “ He ’ s definitely headed back there. Keep an eye out, but head for the train fifteen minutes before departure. I ’ ll meet you there. ”
    “ Got it, boss. ” The line went dead.
    Unfortunately for Mr. Dominguez, Letsego did know what train he was taking. While UNEC didn ’ t have much in the way of video surveillance outside of the Skylift, it did employ a number of hackers. Corporate camera systems were on closed circuit networks, but their financial databases weren ’ t. Letsego had relied on those hackers to figure out what train the