As he listens, Jared realizes that a security droid has suddenly taken an interest in him and is rolling and clanking in his direction. Making a decision, he slips into the warehouse and gently pulls the door shut. He immediately ducks behind a nearby piece of machinery, having little time to assess the interior of the building he has just trapped himself inside. Voices, gradually getting fainter as he listens, float across the large room...
first voice...shutting down the machinery now? I dont get it.
second voiceI dont know either. The new prints are supposed to go into production immediately. We're supposed to get the parts as soon as possible, no matter what the cost. It's weird if you ask me... what could possible be so.....
The voices fade into silence. Jared listens intently, but no sounds come from outside or from within the room. He slowly begins to make his way across the room, worn blaster rifle at the ready.
"Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves,