Standing in the cold night, Marcus made some quick calculations about why Leonard might not be answering the door. There was always the possibility that he had been forewarned. The likelihood of Earth knowing about Marcus' mission was slim, but in these times could you ever really be sure about who was passing information around to who. So Leonard might be making a run for it, or that man inside might not have been Leonard at all and he could have a squad of hostiles waiting for him on the other side of that door. The fingers of his left hand flickered over the grip of the blaster on his hip, but instead he brought them up to his temple and summoned an infrared viewscreen.

One man, hunched slightly and clearly favouring one leg, arms raised and holding something above his head. That had to be his brother.

"Open the DAMN door Leonard!" He hissed, giving the wood near the handle two more soft thumps. "I don't have time for your messing around!"