"I'm sorry," the officer at the desk replied. "I do not have your name
listed as authorized for admission."
Lt. Holt always found Intell agents tedious. "Perhaps you could contact
his office and confirm our meeting." She always found it amazing how
unable they were at handling impromptu meetings.
"One moment," the guard replied brusquely. He activated his combadge.
"McMichaels to Rivest. I have a Lt. Holt here to see you."
"Send her back," came the reply.
The guard pushed a button on his panel. Seconds later, another guard
appeared, a Vulcan female. "Take the lieutenant to Lt. Rivest."
"This way," the new guard said.
(response)
The woman led Holt to a scanner at the end of a small room. The room was
windowless and had a door at each end. Both doors required at least palm
and retinal verification to open. "Place your palm on the flat sensor and
look into the hood," the guard said.
(response)
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. . | . "Hate is not a family value."
