"Emerging from beneath the concealing pile of un-crushed cartons, he climbed out of the compacter and surveyed the storage room at the rear of the market."
"I met with Vittorio Roncoroni in a sort of storage room behind the segreteria."
"Before that happened, Flinx promised himself, they would have found their way to the vast common storage room beneath the port and worked their way up to join its stalwart defenders‑assuming any had managed to hold out against the attacking fanatics and provided that they did not encounter any more haustorium‑firing fungi or pseudo‑vexfoots along the way."