Dylan Sommers
Dylan found the cargo place way comfortable. Silence, seclusion... it was nearly perfect for him. Laying on top of the crate looking up, playfully tapping his feet on the side of the crate. That was the only part of the trip he was truly enjoying. He seemed to be murmuring a tune while staring at the roof with all the bolts and an open shaft.
"...you spin me right round, baby, right round like a record, baby, right round right round. You spin--"
A peculiar noise interrupted Dylan's singing. His eyes were fixated on the maintenance shaft. He thought he heard the unmistakeable squeak of the skin sliding on a metal surface. He also noticed a clinking noise, like a bunch of bullets in a bag or something. He slowly rose from his lying state while staring at the shaft.
"I think... we have another intruder in this ship." he smiled in amazement.
He stood up on top of the crate. If he was right, he could be able to jump and grab ahold the maintenance shaft entrance.
"Here I go." a malicious smile drew on his face.
