> >It was early in the morning, earlier than her aide got to the office when
> >Kitanya entered her darkened office. She entered and turned on the
lights
> >to find some one at her desk.
> >
> >It was the Stafleet Personnel Director, Commander T'Kon.
> >
> > "I am sorry to meet you like this, Admiral, but I understand that
you
> >have spoken to Alan a day or two ago and have been waiting for another
> >contact. Well, I am here. May we go somewhere to talk?"
>
> She hadn't expected this, and if she hadn't recognized him immediately,
she
> was edgy enough that she might have attacked him for breaking into her
> office. But instad she shook her mane out a little to release her
tension,
> then nodded. "Cerrrtainly, Commanderrr. Wherrreverr you would like."
She
> knew the little pig had probably bugged her office, so she was willing to
> follow.
>
"How about the Spacedock Gardens? It should be quiet, and quite
difficult to listen in. Shall we?" he replied.
{response}
They left and proceeded to the gardens. They walked, carring on small talk,
until they reached a good spot to rest and chat.
"I suppose you are wondering why it has taken me so long to contact
you. I do appologize for that. But one be be carefull. I understand that
I am your main contact and that Alan is to be your alternate, is this
correct?" he said starting off the conversation.
{response}
