L was suspicious of the Cadet's instructions. His sensors picked up a Human down the hall, yet a quick glance over his shoulder was all it took to see the rank on his shoulder. True there was a supply room in that direction, but he suspected the Cadet was trying to get him in trouble.<br/><br/>"Thank you for your time, sir." L stated flatly, then headed off in the direction of the guard and the supply room. He barely got half way down the hall when the guard stopped him.<br/><br/>"Droid. Halt." he ordered. L stopped in his tracks, "You aren't assigned to this ship. Where are you heading? What is your designation?" L simply pulled out a pad from his robes and handed it to the guard.<br/><br/>"My apologies, sir. Am I to wear my boarding pass on my robes?" he asked. It was seething in sarcasm, yet his tone didn't show it. L wanted to punch this man in the face for the way he talked to him like an object. Like equipment to be assigned to different places. The Guard had looked his pass over, and was now staring at the droid's clothing, wondering why it was wearing clothing to begin with.<br/><br/>"Supply room's down the hall." he said, "Where is your escort?"<br/><br/>"I was cleared to be without one." he lied, but again he was an expert at it. The guard nodded and waved him on, L wasted no time leaving the annoying fleshling in his wake.<br/><br/>The door to the supply room slid open and the lights came on. L stepped inside and the door closed behind him. His sensors scanning the room, locking on the labels of the boxes and crates, scanning the contents and serial numbers. Most of what he needed was in here so he was thankful he didn't have to cross the hall and risk the event he had to entertain another annoying fleshling.<br/><br/>Something suddenly caught his eye. A dark black spot on the floor contrasted against it's pristine ivory. He approached it, bending over to pick up the small object with his metal fingers. He quickly scanned it and identified the chip, knowing full well these came in boxes by the thousand.<br/><br/>Another small chip was noticed near the first and he scanned the whole floor, finding yet another next to an oddly stacked pile of boxes. It was almost like a trail leading to something that didn't want to be found. But what exactly was it? L activated his infrared sensors and the small silhouette of a huddling fleshling appeared beneath the pile of boxes. The droid actually sighed, something a normal droid was incapable of, then turned away from the pile, grabbing an empty crate to collect the things he needed.<br/><br/>"I know you are there, Fleshling." he said in a low voice, "Stay there until I leave for all I care. What you are doing in here is none of my business nor will I profit from advising the authorities." He turned his back to the pile and continued to pack his crate with the supplies he needed.