Adams spun around, raising his phaser to shoot whatever had crept up behind him.<em>Reptilian bastards?</em>Cold blooded? It could explain why the sensors had not picked up any life signs. He took cover behind one of the computer stations and squinted at the entrance, uncertain whether he was expected to see anything. Had some alien race stumbled upon a cloaking device, perhaps? He wouldn't rule out the possibility; if a savage race like the Klingon could develop that kind of advanced weaponry, who knows who else might?