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“So, how is this going to work?” Sarah asked me.
“You’ve got your mom’s death certificate. It’s just a matter of explaining that to the guys that run the storage facility.”
In typical Earth male fashion, they made us jump through extra hoops like making us wait an hour while they verified the death certificate and making sure Sarah’s ID wasn’t faked.
Finally, Sarah was allowed to take control of the unit. In minutes we had the key and were on our way to the unit, which was in an out door area of an almost maze-like series of one-floor buildings with metal doors for front walls and shingled roofs over them.
We found the unit and unlocked it. As Sarah removed the physical lock from the unit, she looked to me.
“Wise, you said you were in here already.”
“How? Those guys didn’t recognize you.”
“I…didn’t exactly go through the front door.”
“How did you…?”
“I have my talents.”
Her eyes narrowed at me and then she scoffed. She put the lock in a jacket pocket and started pulling on the handle to get the wall, or I suppose the wall, to slide up and out of the way but it would not move.
“Oh, jeez, this thing won’t budge!”
I moved to the metal door and pulled on the handle with the same results.
“Do we just need a strapping young man?” Sarah asked. “Maybe we can ask one of the guys at the front to give us a hand?”
“No. We can do this,” I said. I moved out into the middle of the road between the other storage units and scanned the area for other people. I saw none. I looked back to Sarah and spoke. “You have to promise not to tell anyone about this.”
Sarah just stared at me for a moment and when I didn’t say anything she did. “You’re kidding, right? I’m an alien living secretly AS an alien, on a planet with, I assume, other aliens also living in secret and you are worried about me telling people what cool alien thing you’re about to do?”
“Um, well, yeah,” I said. “And I never said I was an alien.”
“OK, does that mean you don’t have a cool alien trick you’re about to show me?”
“No, I definitely have one of those,” I said, walking up to the metal wall/door and pressing my left palm (and the Conveniencer tattoo on it) against the the surface. I held out my right hand toward Sarah who instinctively took it.
“Don’t freak out–this is about to get weird,” I said. Sarah’s face told me she was pretty sure it was already plenty weird for her.
“You’re going to FEEL weird in three, two, one.”
What felt like what I guess Earth beings call “static electricity” past through us, and told me I could step through. I moved through the metal wall/door, pulling Sarah with me.
“Whoa–what the hell!?!”
On the other side I quickly found the light switch (I remembered where it was the last time I was there). Sarah quickly let go of my hand and felt the wall/door with both of her own. “What did we just do?”
I shrugged. “I’m not sure. I think it’s something about slipping through the space between the molecules that make up the metal that makes up that wall/door thing.”
“You don’t know?”
“There’s a lot to know, you know?”
We looked turned our attention to the stuff in the storage unit. “The nearest I can determine is the stuff on the left is sentimental stuff your mom thought was of value and the stuff on the right is tech.”
“Yeah. From Space.”