Upon landing within the small work bay, Navarre had to remain in the pod while pressure and climate control returned to standard. He had no sooner climbed out and closed the hatch when a deck crewman walked down the steps from the control deck. "Not exactly you typical shuttle there?" The man in the red jumpsuit chuckled. "No." Navarre patted the closed hatch, "But a more interesting one." "Expecting a carry something back?" The crewman was curious. "No," Navarre headed towards the steps. "But you never know." He paused at the railing; glanced back. "What level is administration located on?" "That would be deck twenty seven." "Just a warning to Privateers," The crewman went on. "And you fit that line. We have two Starfleet cruisers at station keeping, and expecting a third. If anyone happens to be carrying, we are suggesting they move out of the area until it's clear," "I see." Navarre grinned. "Thanks for the heads up." He then bound up the stairs. It was obvious to him that there were black market operations taking place when Starfleet was not present. But he also wondered how far that actually went; for many government officials also gained from such operations. Something he would keep in mind if he ever found himself in such a situation.