Through Time, Darkly

[Pryce]

[color=#FFCC00]Pryce.Research.N101
Cortez System

A little better...I guess. Wells wondered if maybe the thought was a product of wishful-thinking. Still, the transport had eased into the lane without any major corrections, the viewport again a cascade of light as they ran the lane to the California gate.


He'd really blown it this trip. Or had he? Hmph. He wasn't the one that *wanted* to go out to Bretonia. The whole thing had been kinda strange. Doc Ross had pretty suddenly taken on this need to obtain damn near a full hold of gold ore and the odd need to be extra quiet about where and who she got it from. Wells didn't know much about the gold trade, 'cept it was kinda yellow and he thought it looked good on womenfolk; but even he knew that a damn good portion of Bretonian gold ore came straight into Liberty, hell, straight to New York, to be sold. Stranger still, even when she had been pushing for her way, that doc Ross had acted like she knew better; he'd seen it in her facial expressions.


"Damn strange." Wells said aloud.


"Sir?" Phillip Eldridge, a calm, softspoken man with an attention to detail and a tendency towards compulsive behavior, all of which made him quite suited to the operations console. He had entered the employ of the Institute after a tenure as a docking traffic controller on Planet Manhattan; After such a hectic enviroment, there weren't many things in life that could frazzle him. His continually disinterested manner had resulted in his being tested for illegal narcotics, far more often than others in his profession, the tests always coming back negative. Both facts something he was considerably proud of.


"Ah, nothing. " Wells briefly considered going down to confront Ross more privately, but he realized that Ross was probably back down in one of the science labs, still trying to decypher that business about their hangar guest. That was something that needed attention, sure enough. His curiosity could wait, he supposed.


"We're at the gate Captain." Bardel said.

Wells straightened in his chair. "Alright, secure all systems, begin jump sequence. Take us through to California Mr. Bardel."

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