Jack stepped through the airlock back onto the decks of Rochester base. Back again in only a few days. He carried a small bag with him. The rest would come later. He made his way down the familiar corridors to his old office. It had not seen use in quite some time, but had been preserved for him. "I guess they always knew I'd be back", he thought to himself.
He sat down behind the desk and logged into the station network. He began scanning over communication logs and station bulletins trying to get an idea of what had been going on. Then he sat back in his chair. Ok, time for the reason he was here. He punched a button to contact the station control center. "This is Crow. Find Doc Holiday, and let him know I'm on the station. Tell him he can meet me in the lounge on level 3A anytime in the next few hours. I'll be at my usual table in the back."
