"This is easier?" Crichton's voice climbs an octave with disbelief.

"How the hell did you accidentally end up inside a shadow depository? This place is like Fort Knox."

Thump. Crichton slides off the ball and lands in a pile of awkward limbs on the ground. He supposes he should thank this guy but for some reason, he doesn't feel like it. He recovers quickly and gets back up on his feet. Instinctively, he reaches to his thigh but the gun and holster are both gone.

"Who the hell are you? This place is crawling with guards and Peacekeepers now. There's no way we can take them all alone."