Through Time, Darkly

[Pryce]

[color=#FFFF00]Pryce.Research.N101
Deck Two

Denise Ellis stormed down the corridor, her blue labcoat flowing behind her, her steps hurried and solid against the carpeted deck. A torrent of emotions ran through her, mostly a mixture of anger and fear. Someone had taken the storage chips out of the enviroment suit helmets, each containing a fair amount of data about their guest and his craft. She thought she knew who it might be; there was going to be hell to pay.



She had gone straight to the Bridge looking for Nickatelli, only to be told by Wells that Nickatelli was being kicked off the ship. She briefly considered telling Wells her problem, but knew that he would likely take over and send her to her quarters or back to the hangar; and She wanted to confront Nickatelli herself. After all the time they'd been working together, and that bastard started to pull this.



She frowned in the corridor. Why would he take the data? There were many reasons she could figure. None of them were good news. She reached Nickatellis' quarters, found the hatch was unsealed, took a breath, and entered. Nickatelli was standing next to his bed, closing up a large pack.

She glared at him, and spoke.

"Give me back the chips. Now."


[color=#FFFF00]Main Hangar


"Hmmm." Gwen Hart reached the table as Doyle finished speaking. She took another sip from the coffee cup. Maybe she'd take a tour of the engine room when she had time. With all this vibration, something must be out of calibration. Then she remembered the engines were offline, and they were holding position in space. Gwen blinked, brought her coffee cup to eye level, and gazed at it uncomfortably. Maybe it's time to cut back a little She was brought back to her usual casual attentiveness when Donovan spoke to Doyle;


"You mean to say you've been ill?"


The door at the far end of the hangar opened, and Angela Wight entered, making her way towards the group.

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