Fools security sensors

Through blurry eyes Rufin saw his own reflection; or was it? It seemed to be talking to him. “Say your name,” said the mirror-face.
“You know… who I am,” he managed. “We’re Goeda Rufin.”
“Yes, that’s right.” Now it sounded like him too.
The mirror-face drifted away, towards the locking alcove near the heavy iron hatch that secured the ammo stores. It was impregnable, Rufin remembered. The built-in security cogitator needed to recognise both his features and his vocal imprint before it would open.
His face and voice…
“Goeda Rufin,” said the mirror, and with a crunch of gears the armoury hatch began to swing open.

Chapter Ten