Some time had passed since Kennedy had come to Malta. Harabero had quite some business to do in his time there. The project had taken a backseat in perspective to everything else. Not to say he didn't make any progress.
Or rather... mixed progress. The air around the lesser shipyard in the logistical division of the Starfleet headquarters seemed to stiffen. Several glances were caught on the Don and the logistics overseer.
You must know we've been, ah, very busy with the vessel, but there were other more prominent focuses-
You've had plenty of time. Do you require more "provided labor"? Is that it? No. Don't try and pretend you don't have enough resources, or time. This is Malta, remember? Now, lets see what you've done, then?
There is, ah, still a little bit left of finalizing to do, I might need a little more time, perhaps it might be given tomorrow..?
It will be given today. That is an order.
Sweat was visible on the overseer. He nervously tried to compose himself.
Ah, yes, uh, yes Don Harabero. I will grant you all that we currently have in the development stages, and will give you the finished product by the end of today. No later.
Good.
As the glances started to dissipate, Harabero turned away. He noticed the update on his neural net. This better be done in time. I've got to meet back up with Kennedy today.
The time to re-meet was now. Harabero sent a signal to Kennedy's room, a repeating buzz and a message to be uploaded should be sent shortly, detailing their meeting location; one of the inlets of the embassy, an elevated reinforced clear room, usually used for meeting with ambassadors. There they could discuss the progress...
