Matt looks around the room, the design is very different to the Smith home in Denver. It feels more warm and welcoming compared to his fathers house. The floors are carpeted here, whereas at home - Dad prefers the wooden flooring and white/silver finishings.
"Yeah, it's nice.. I mean - very different tae my folks house but yeah.. Nice place ye guys have got."
Matt stares at another one of the family pictures. It is an older picture, and there are children in the front row. Matt point's at the young girl in the picture.
"Aww, that you I take it?!
Matt laughs, but something doesn't add up. He see's three other boys in the photo. One would probably be Angelina's brother Georgi - but the others?
[color=#FFFFFF]David Smith looks out of his office window. He has a glass of water in his hand and sips it while he continues to stare out at the planet below. There is a report on his desk marked "Urgent", which he is deliberately ignoring. He can't bear to read about another lost transport in California. Most pirates were only in it for the money, and that there was a budget for. Recently however, they seemed more keen to obliterate the transports and take what was left. They couldn't possibly know what David's transports were carrying could they? He could ill afford to lose any more.
Something catches his eye near the northern pole of Manhattan.
"Hmm, a Dreadnought. Perhaps Matt can pull a few strings after all."
He goes back to his desk and pushes the intercom button to his secretary.
"Katrina, do we know which Dreadnought that is in high orbit? Just curious." "Um.. hang on I'll go check. One moment please."
David heads back to the window, and takes another sip of his water.
"It's the Pacific Mr Smith."
David's eyes shot open, he had not expected that.
"Um.. thank you Katrina. That'll be all for you today. Tie up your loose ends and you can go home early." "Thank you Mr Smith! I'll probably leave in the next half hour. Cheers!"
The intercom clicked off and David stared at the battleship. His mind was racing. He had got the message sent from the Pacific. He couldn't understand that one, Lane Hackers? Why had they taken an interest in one of his personal messages? Were they watching him? He knew his systems were totally secure, so to him the Navy were obviously to blame. He was annoyed now. He needed to speak with his son. However, for all he knew - he could be bleeding out on a medical deck on the Pacific or...
"Manhattan, he's probably on Manhattan. Hmm. If he is, he'll be booked off the ship as on leave. He's then probably booked on a transport back. Find out what transport that is, find him. Pin him down and actually talk."
He stared at the planet below again and a wing of Liberators flew past the window
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