Through Time, Darkly

[Pryce]

[color=#FFFF00]Main Hangar bay


Wells rubbed his chin, considering Doyles' words; "Low profile...... I hear you." He turned to Robert Crowley and spoke; "Robert, when you're done helping out down here, I want you to work out some suggestions for making scans of our vessel more difficult, shielding, interference, whatever. Talk to Chief Irwin too, he might have some ideas."

Crowley nodded; "Yes sir."

Wells looked at Doyle. "Alright Lieutenant, nice meeting you. See you around."

Wells turned and started towards the hatch. He reached the main hatch, stopping to pick up the rifle lying against the bulkhead and sling it over his shoulder, and stepped out of the hangar. Tom Keller entered an instant later, walking over to Wight; he carried a large rectangular case. He spoke to Angela, his breath escaping as a visible white mist; "Ms. Ellis says to start setting up the data storage in the aft compartment. She's going to meet with Director Morris to ask for more equipment, and said she'll be down a little later." Keller continued across the deck, reaching the opposite hatch, locking it open. He disappeared through it.


Angela spoke, a little bit more calmly than before. "Okay, so a field outpost, right here on the ship. Robert, would you please go to Storage B, there is a large blue cart, with the label "Xts1" stenciled on the side. Please bri-bring it down here and take it to Tom."

"Yes ma'am" He replied. Nodding at Doyle, he turned and followed the path by which Wells had left.


Angela stood beside Doyle for a moment, fidgeting with the helmet in her hands. She spoke;

"It will probably be a couple of hours before the equipment is set up, you might want to rest awhile. I ah...I need to change out of this suit. I'll be right back." She turned and exited the hangar.

Doyle was left standing alone in the hangar, save for the faint curses emanating from the open hatch, as the cornerstone of the make-shift lab began to take shape.

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