> 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.
>
> Holt nodded as she fell inline behind the guard.
>
> 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.
>
> Holt leaned forward and placed her hand on the sensor pad to allow for the
> required ID scans. She was not all that surprised by the security measures,
> considering where she was, but she did wish that she could just get this
> meeting over with.
The computer verified her identity. "This way," the guard said.
She led Holt through the second door and down a cooridor to an office with
only a number id. After activating an annunciator, the door slid open,
and the guard stood aside to allow Holt to enter.
A human male stood up from a non-descript desk in an non-descript,
impersonal office. "Lt. Holt, welcome," he said. "I am Lt. Rivest. Come
in and tell me what you need."
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. . | . "Hate is not a family value."
