Through Time, Darkly

[Vogel]

The guy was a bodyguard alright. Eyes snapped right at the sidearm. His hunch was right.

Doyle swallowed and tried to keep a look of consternation from crossing his face. Not the best thing to be right about.

Official, educated, Ellis was calling the shots in spite of a paranoid guard and what appeared to be an even more paranoid assistant. Or was she paranoid? That other woman, the one whod kept her helmet on. Maybe the guard took his off alongside Ellis because he wouldnt know the difference, wasnt his job, but the other

Not like anyone died on Freeport One when I was around though

Back to business.

Food, still a traditional form of greeting and generosity. The thought that some of it was spiked, laced with something, be it poison, anesthetics, or even some kind of tracer material, flittered through the Lieutenants mind. But the gut-wrenching feeling of nausea flittered through the Lieutenants stomach, and far be it for him to think without that organ.

Uh, no thanks, Ill be alright for now, Im good, he stammered. He could never get used to this feeling, like looming death, threatening to pull him to the ground. But he was getting better at bracing it, although needless to say he tended to eat while still sitting in his fighter.

He suppressed a wince.

I rejected their hospitality. This isnt going anywhere; still distant, wary.

Then again the woman with the helmet wasnt helping much either.

So, I take it you guys have some kind of procedure, stuff to look for? he continued on, trying to divert the subject.