Captain Stanley Nelson - Prisoner of War

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--A small, dark room on Planet New Tokyo--

A man sits by a desk, looking at the data stream rushing before his eyes on a large screen.

==?-%-$---@-*-&-^-$-"-!---?-#---&-?-+-*-%---!-?-#-@==

He quickly keyed in a complex string of characters, and the symbols before him became suddenly more comprehensible.

==M-I-7---C-O-M-M-A-N-D---T-O---W-H-I-T-E---R-O-S-E==
==B-A-F---C-A-P-T-A-I-N---S-T-A-N-L-E-Y---N-E-L-S-O-N---C-A-P-T-U-R-E-D---B-Y---K-N-F==
==K-N-F---D-E-S-T-R-O-Y-E-R---A-I---K-E-I-K-O==
==L-O-C-A-T-E---N-E-L-S-O-N---A-N-D---P-R-E-P-A-R-E---R-E-S-C-U-E==
==T-R-A-N-S-M-I-T---C-O---O-R-D-I-N-A-T-E-S---D-A-T-A---E-N-C-R-Y-P-T-I-O-N==
==5-0-7-3-8-5-2-7-8-1-4-2-6-3-7-4-9-4-8-7-3-1-5-7-1-5-6-0-1-0==
==E-N-D---T-R-A-N-S-M-I-S-S-I-O-N==

The man quickly switched off the monitor, pressing a button that caused the it to fold up and dissappear into his desk, where it was soon covered by a folding panel. He then leaned back in his chair, looking thoughtful. After several minutes he got up and peered out through a tiny gap in his dark red curtains, at the New Tokyo street below. He sighed deeply. Finally, he reached for his comms link and picked up the mouthpiece:

"Yoko, I'm going to want some files sent over, I'm sending you the details. Yes, this afternoon. And get me a copy of that State News report on the BAF Officer captured by the Ai Keiko."

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Sir Stanley Nelson




<span style="color:#000066">Charles Canning </span><span style="color:#000066"> Foreign Secretary</span>