------------------------------------ Max hunkered down to avoid the camera as it swung back in his direction. Once it passed he darted down the corridor, until he was out of range of the camera. He checked the map on his pop-pad, around the corner was the target room, all he had to do was get inside and it would be free sailing. He pulled out a scanner and waved it in an arc in front of him, then he tucked it back in his pack. He started to move forward and paused, removing and replacing the scanner in the right pocket of the pack. For some reason, the woman in charge of his testing was a stickler about it. He didn’t want her docking points for a disorderly factor pack. Max tapped his pad and was relieved to see that the way to the room was clear of booby traps. Stepping boldly forward he headed around the corner to the room. He was almost to the door when a sharp pain struck his chest, and he went numb from the neck down. He crumpled to the floor, dropping his pack and his pad. “Ooooh, you came that close,”
