*The conference room was empty, safe for on man in suit, working on his NeuralNet Terminal. The man was clearly going through some blueprints and he didn't really look satisfied by what he saw on them. He was just about to bring up another set of plans, when his terminal flashed with incoming communication. He imediatelly answered.*
"Greetings, Mr. O'Brian, I assume you need something arranged, right?"
*The voice chuckled.*
"Spot on guess as always, Patrick. Aye, I need ya to clear one ship fer dockin'. I'll send the codes with the comm. Let me 'now as soon as ya have the ship on the base's scanners, a'ight? I dinnae want the lass to wait. Oh and, Rush needs to 'now too, he's the one that lass want to speak to. And make sure she is scanned fer weapons and any recordin' or transmittin' devices, before ya allow her from the hangar."
"Sure, I'll make the preparations, but, if you don't mind me asking, who is she? You certainly don't require that level of scanning from anyone else."
"Well, accordin' to me memory and one Ivan's report, she's from KNF. It lookes like she's actin' alone right now, but I want to be sure."
"Kusari Navy you say? That might be dangerous, Crayter doesn't really like them. I don't know if Kusari sees it the same way, but still, she'll know where this base is."
"Aye, but I dinnae have the choice, she has the stuff Rush needs. Listen, I'm takin' The.Irishman fer a few spins to the Freeport, message me when she arrives. Saa ya."
*Patrick closed the channel and began organising everything neccesary for the upcoming meeting.*
