Mysterious Door

In the main engine room, upstairs. Guntur, who was accompanied by two of his fellow technicians, was fixing everything that was out of place in the room.

Ujang, a twenty-two-year-old male, packed the toolboxes. Tie the boxes to a metal cabinet attached to a wall in the slightly noisy room, using an orange two-inch-wide belt.

Meanwhile, Zein, a twenty-five-year-old male, helped Guntur by checking every connection in the room. Connection of each set of wires in many corners of the room.

"How is everything now?" Guntur stood with his hands on his waist, looking around. Sweat was dripping profusely on his forehead and his burly muscular body, veins showing on his hands. "Is there still something we missed?"

"I don't think there is anymore," said Zein. "Jang, how about you?"

Ujang had just finished tying up all the toolboxes, he sighed with a smile on his face. "Done!"

"Good," Guntur then turned around. "Let's leave this room!"

The three then left the room.

"Let's go back to the main cabin," said Guntur to his friends when they were in one corridor. "Maybe we still have something to do there."

Without many words, Ujang and Zein immediately followed Guntur's steps towards the main cabin on the middle floor, one level below the floor where they were currently.

Arriving at the main cabin, Guntur, Zein, and Ujang only met with Suzanne and Tyana. Then, they all passed Doctor Kamal who was about to go to the kitchen.

Because it has become a responsibility for Suzanne and Tyana—both of whom are the main chefs on the spaceship—the two of them also follow Doctor Kamal's footsteps, who knows the doctor needs something, and that means he also needs both of their abilities. Except, for drinking water, maybe.

Guntur didn't find anything else in the main cabin, there's nothing to do here, he thought. All parts inside the main cabin are in perfect condition. So, the thirty-seven-year-old man invited Ujang and Zein to follow in his footsteps.

"We're going downstairs," Guntur stepped forward. "Maybe Fraya and the others need our help."

So the three people moved to the main engine room in the hull and met Fraya and three other technicians.

"You need help, Fraya?"

The girl turned to the source of the sound, and Guntur came over with Ujang and Zein. Fraya smiled, shaking her head.

"Well," Thunder sighed, he scanned the entire main engine room and warp engine. "Looks like everything is under control."

"Of course," Fraya approached Guntur and folded her hands under her breasts. "If we can't be swift and agile," the girl laughed softly, "we could die, right?"

Guntur laughed louder. "You're right, Miss Fraya."

"Oh, come on! Cut it off!"

Guntur just smiled in response. Then, his gaze fell on Fraya's ass which seemed to promise something different there.

"Be careful with your gaze," Fraya shook her head to find Guntur's gaze fixed at her buttocks. "Old man!"

"Oops," Guntur raised two hands to shoulder height. "My bad," he chuckled. "Sorry."

"Wong!" Fraya called someone while turning to the right. "How is it there, are you done?"

"Everything's under control!" Wong answered Fraya's words.

"Nyoman, Victor!" Again, Fraya called out the names of two of her fellow technicians. "How about you two?" Fraya looked to the left corner.

"Almost there," said Nyoman. The twenty-seven-year-old man smiled. He is of Balinese descent.

His two hands are so nimble in collecting things on the floor of the room. Large pieces of wire, unused wires, metal scraps, and some bolts scattered on the floor were collected in one container.

"Stop shouting!" Victor, twenty-four years old, shook his head in response to Fraya's call. "You're only going to make my ears go deaf."

"Damn you!" said Fraya.

In a moment, Wong—a twenty-seven-year-old man—appeared from the right. Followed by the appearance of Victor and also Nyoman from the left corner. In his right hand, Nyoman carried a box that was quite long and large, items that were no longer useful had been collected by Nyoman into the box.

"All done," said Nyoman as soon as the three of them were near Fraya and the others.

"What about the main cabin?" Fraya turned her gaze to Guntur. "Hey-hey-hey!" once again, the girl found Guntur's gaze seemed to be crawling all over her body. "Stop acting weird!"

"You know," Guntur laughed very quietly, scratching his chin which was covered with a short coarse beard. "We've known each other for a long time, but why are we still keeping our distance?"

"Good grief!" Fray laughed. Of course, she knew where Guntur's words just now would lead. "Don't change the subject. The main cabin, how's it going?"

Guntur shrugged his shoulders. "There's nothing to do for now. We just came from there."

"It seems that people are busy in their respective rooms," Ujang found all eyes on him. The young man laughed softly. "I mean," he continued his words so that all colleagues would not misunderstand what he just said. "Probably busy preparing one thing or another. Well, for the sake of our journey as well, I guess."

"Oh, you…" Fraya shook her head. "You're just like your leader," she pointed at Guntur through her eyeballs.

Again, Guntur laughed in response to Fraya's words.

"All right, all rght." Guntur turned around, intending to leave the room. "Let's just leave the machines alone. After all, everything is in perfect condition."

***

In the storage room for food, drinks, plant seeds, and others led by Indra and Jennie.

At that time, a girl was checking the storage room on the far right side. Vivian, a twenty-three-year-old girl is checking every stock and their life support items while onboard this SC45 aircraft carefully.

Then, the girl's gaze fell on a door on one wall. There was something odd about the locked door.

Vivian approached and tried to enter a few digits to open the door on the panel embedded in the wall on the right side of the door. However, the door didn't open even though she had tried three times to enter the same code.

Then, she tried to fiddle with the C-Pad in her hand. Looking for data about the door, the door has a code written HR-17. However, Vivian could not find any information about the door on the gadget.

The girl tried to examine the door once more, but she did not find anything there. The door cannot be opened. Also, there was no part that she could at least take advantage of to peek into the room behind. The door was completely shut as if it was intentional to keep something.

"Wilma," Vivian called out to a friend. "Wil…!"

"What is it?" Wilma appeared from the far left corner "You need something, Vi?"

Wilma, a twenty-four-year-old girl, approached Vivian. In her right hand, she also carried a C-Pad.

"Could you come here for a moment?"

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