A weak and scattered transmission from Fuchu Prison

[Oyashio]

'€Officer Oyashio, please report yourself to your commander'€, a metal voice said trough the intercoms of the restaurant from the police academy at New Tokyo planet.
He went to one of few message rooms and listen to his commander who was already visual on-line.
His look was concerned.
'€œSir?'€¦'€œ
'€œDidn'€™t you had any problems with your intercom?'€
'€œYes sir, I had after I came back from my patrol, trough the Shikoku system a few days ago.'€
'€œWell, our intelligence has been informed by the Yokohama Shipyard staff about a message which you receiver picked up.
Now it seems to be that this message has damaged your intercom. I can'€™t tell you all the small things but intelligence thinks that this stinks.
As you have read in the papers our proud Navy has put a Lieutenant Commander of the Bretonian scum behind bars. Intelligence thinks that he send a message under code that damaged your intercom circuit. More they didn'€™t want to tell us till this time.
But because of this '€œlucky failure'€ we are maybe on something what is happening soon.
We have send this case high up. That is all for now.'€

Officer Oyashio didn'€™t know what to think about it but he was for sure that he would fly more through the Shikoku system then usual.