AFA Message Dump

[Marburg]

::Damien McEwan takes a seat at his desk & reviews the Islay station logs for the past week::

After a few minutes of reading, he calls down to his secretary using his neural net, as a dull & familiar pain maifests itself at the base of his skull the moment it's activated.

"Heather...Ze'ev was here the other day?"

'Ze'ev?---Oh! The AFA pilot? Yes Sir, I believe so.'

"Damn! I should have been here."

The Gaian continues to update himself for a few minutes, then sends another message:

"Hon, before you clock out for the night, could you do me a few favors?"

'Yes Sir'

"Ok...1- stop calling me Sir. I know you just do that to irritate me, but for the record: Knock it off. 2- Send a message upstairs to the station Dockmaster, & make it clear that next time ANY of the AFA stop by, their bill should be put on my tab. & 3- See what you can dig up on this Samantha Widsor chick."

'Ok, give me five to ten minutes' came her subtlely irritated reply after a short pause.

The man closes the channel, the pain in his head recedes, & gets up to cross his office & pour himself a drink.

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