Oh, he's in. How did he do that? I don't want to get into trouble, so I'll catch him myself. He's only one floor down. He can't have gone far.

He's faster than he looks, that lock picker. But it's alright, I can run fast too. That's how I got this job.

Marvellous, he has friends. He must have let them in. Now I'm for it, unless I can catch them all. But four against one aren't great odds and one of them looks pretty fierce. So I hide and listen and think about what to do.

That's when I hear the fierce one call the curly-haired one Blake! Now I'm scared. I've heard they can get on and off planets without being seen and they'll kill you as soon as look at you.

I make to run away, but I'm not quiet enough. Next thing I know that fierce-looking one's shot me. Must be true what they say about them.

Servalan stood her ground and smiled. "Tell me, Avon, what do you want?"

"You already know that." His hand slipped down the front of her black dress. She raised her eyebrows but made no move to stop him.

When he held his hand up he had a small metal disc in it. "Mine I believe."

Although they stood face-to-face and close together, he merely walked away.

After he'd gone, she held up an identical metal disc of her own. "Oh, I think you might find that one a little... explosive."