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Your evasion manoeuvres are breath taking and successful, the Atmospheric Interceptors scream overhead, the red pencil- beams of their lasers darting all about you. As you decelerate towards the hangar you notice that the rim of the hangar boasts great space-artillery pieces like outward pointing teeth in the cavernous mouth of a prehistoric monster. One of these pieces opens fire and although it is designed for long-range warfare its shell explodes close enough to damage the Flyer. You switch to reverse thrust, forced to crash land. As the Flyer bellies across the polished steel floor of the hangar complex it bathes the area in a sea of sparks. It will never fly again. You slip out of the crash-couch webbing and blow the cockpit seals so that you can get out of the wrecked Flyer. The inside of the building stretches into the distance, like a giant hovrail tunnel. To your left a much smaller access tunnel, perhaps thirty metres wide, stretches for a hundred metres towards an illuminated display board. Will you: