Eric nodded and said, â€œAlright, Iâ€™ll head to my room and we can meet there. I have a few things Iâ€™d like to grab that would be very helpful.â€ A smile touched his lips, as he was completely oblivious to her earlier predicament.  Walking away from her he went to his room yawning as if to say he was going to bed. The moment his door closed he looked around the room. Grinning like a fool he went through all his hiding places, grabbed all of their contents and went to work. It was a while later that he actually got dressed. Wearing his normal everyday pair of well used jeans, that still appeared new, he looked at himself in the mirror for an assessment on his previous injuries. Nothing to serious, he had a few scars from previous scuffles, and a few battle scars on his back but the only new thing he could see was a small incision where they must have done something medical he didnâ€™t know about. It was round the same area he had been punched.<br/><br/>Shrugging he heard a knock on the door and said come in. Grabbing a shirt he had thrown over a chair he looked up to see Kat. Blushing slightly he threw on the shirt and moved to the table where he had been working previously. â€œThis is what I was talking about.â€ He said standing in front of it looking like a proud father whose child had done something great. It was a bit smaller than expected even for him, this was his great achievement. The only downside to this was he wasnâ€™t sure if it would work or not, which was why he was smiling. â€œWhat do you think this is?â€ he asked picking it u p and walking to Kat. There were many components to it but it had a flat screen, a few speakers, some other parts that seemed to have no business anywhere near sophisticated societies, which was why he loved them. No one in their right mind would think to do what he just did, ten again no one could do what he did. He had checked.<br/><br/><br/>Murdock sat in his office leaning heavily against his chair. He had to think of someway of contacting the other fleets, organize a meeting, talk to everyone he had favors with and he still wouldnâ€™t have enough pull to do what he wanted with Thomas. Sighing he rested his head on his hands and buzzed for his assistant. He gave her some orders to follow and then went to his own quarters. All he needed was a nap and then he would be able to make all the right decisions. He was tired; the past events were enough to drive a man mad.