The Scarman Enigma

[Robert Merlow]

Astrometrics Lab, Cruiser Yorktown
Far Side of Planet Los Angeles
California System / Liberty Space

"What's her status?" General Serov asked, watching the live feed from the probes they released into orbit.
"Looks as though she's heading out from that local cafe in an unmarked vehicle, moving down the Santa Rosa Airlane towards the Fountaingrove Sector of the city," reported Scarman, "My God, the man must be rich out of his mind..."
"Yeah. Let's just hope he's not corrupt like another version of you." Serov replied, "I know that we don't need another one."

There was a light humming sound behind them, indicating the arrival of people to the Lab. Serov gave a quick glance back, watching three figures exit from the turbolift.
"Rob!" he yelled behind him, "About damn time!"
Merlow walked toward the holo-table, "Yeah, and I want an update. What's the situation?"
"Always down to business, eh Merlow? You're an ass."
"And you're wasting time. What is the situation?"
Scarman turned around, "Sir, we sent Victoria down to the surface to meet with Senator Scarman. She's currently in an aircar heading towards Fountaingrove."
Merlow whistled, "Damn, he must have some money."
"Don't hate the money, Rob," Serov retorted, "If I remember correctly, I think we both have quite a sizable credit reserve."

Another low hum. From the lift emerged Admirals Wilder and Anderson. They approached Serov and Scarman.
Marcus gave Anderson a hug, "Admiral now, eh Lucas?"
"I just keep rising up and up," Anderson replied with a smirk.
Wilder shook his head, "Gentlemen, when are we going to get under way?"
"Once we get the go ahead from Captain Wade," replied Merlow, "We're just waiting on her."

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Commander in Chief of the Migrant Fleet / Former Fleet Admiral of the Liberty First Fleet
Second Survivor of the Mentat Program.
We must give and take with good measure. Give too much, we become complacent. Take too much, we incur the wrath of our own. Tread Lightly.
--Supreme Bashar Robert Merlow--