When the team made it about halfway back, and Sam was sure they weren't being followed by the Zekes, he pulled his suit to a stop, and called out on the radio.<br/><br/>"Folks, there's one last thing that needs to be done."  He said, as he brought his suit to a knee, and started fidgeting in his cockpit.  "Bring your suits close, and get ready to dismount.  We have to be quick about this."<br/><br/>Sam opened a panel on the right side of his cockpit, and pulled out a grey-ish slab that showed a digital number on it's outer edge.  It was the suit's data-recorder, and there was no way Sam would let any record of their adventure survive to be seen by their superiors.<br/><br/>"Come on, folks."  He said.  "I learned a few things when I was a spook.  One was how to use a paperclip to wipe memory cartridges."