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Comm ID: [TAZ]Doc Holliday
Sitting in his private chamber aboard Med.Force.One, John Holliday reads through the many responses and accusations being presented. He says nothing, not even unto himself. He can only shake his head at a great many things that are said. The arguing, the finger pointing and constant going around in circles gives him a good reminder of why he doesn't miss it.
Sitting back in his chair a bit, taking a sip of wine, he turns of the com and thinks. He enjoyed his time as Chairman but he enjoys his work more and keeping watch over his own flock, the Temporary Autonomous Zoners. He also thinks of those who have earned his trust, the members of the Zoner Trading Consortium and the Omicron Supply Incorporated, started by the late Sam Nichols. He looks up, smiles and toasts the air with his glass, "Sam, you are missed."