Through Time, Darkly

[Pryce]

[font=Arial][color=#FFFF00]<span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:100%]Deck Two, Corridor "C"


Marcus Owens was about halfway down the corridor when one of the ships' crewmen rounded the corner ahead of him, walking quickly in Owens' direction. As the man approached, Owens recognized him as the man from the conference room earlier. Nicka...telli was it? Owens thought to himself. As the man drew closer, Owens spoke; "Pardon me young man, have you seen Ms. Ell..."


"Can't talk now Doctor." Nickatelli interrupted. He passed Owens in the hall, not breaking his stride.

How rude. Young men these days, no respect, no common courtesy. Owens continued down the hall.




[color=#FFFF00]The Hangar


As Hart wandered back to the far table for more coffee, Angela Wight found the case she was looking for. "Here we go." As she shifted the case from out of the stack, she glanced at Doyle as he left the fighter and she cringed visibly. At his inquiry she replied; "It's been getting warmer in here ever since you've been in contact with your ship. The enviromental controls had been fighting to keep the hangar temp ever since you got out of your ship earlier, and it wasn't enough. We all noticed how cold it was. Except you, for some reason. The last time you left it, your ship, and as a result, the hangar we're in, started getting colder. Which means we might see that again."

On her knees, she slid the case in front of her, and opened it. Extracting the Starling and Cobb model R110 portable scanner, a metallic white box about one half meter long , a pair of lenses at one end , with a handle each at the rear end, and at one side. She pulled a power tripod out of the same box, stood, and walked closer to the table, next to Doyle. She looked at him a moment, a nervous look, as if Doyle might suddenly explode next to her. She glanced back at the fighter and swallowed. "Would you mind posing for a scan Lieutenant?"


Gwen Hart returned with her coffee cup. "Almost set up huh?"

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