Francis wiped his brow and listened to the intercom.  Oh boy, the man with the money has arrived.  He gave one last shove and finished his chore. Now if he had to the cargo hold would be a grear defensive position.  He snagged a bottle of hydro from the galley before plopping down in the lounge.  He merely watched as the other's enterance.  But when the captain walked in, he had to at least grudgingly respect the man.  He could feel the military bearing that guided this man's every move.