A short lift ride, and small groups were arriving on the civilian flight deck for departure. Pilots stood by their shuttles as they awaited their passengers who would be returning to word at the refinery and construction station. Navarre had done his research and determined which bay and shuttle that would take him to his destination. He listened intently to those about him, gathering additional information about their jobs and the station. He grinned faintly. Learning that a high executive used the weekends to conduct a discrete meeting on the station, supposedly as an inspection tour, but in actuality, to pay off gambling debts. Navarre didn't have to guess who that executive was, and now, He knew precisely where he would be and when.