> > "Lasiter will be relieved in a few days
> if she does not get back. In
> >three days one of his so called best friends
> will force him to tell the
> >President about the bond. Lasiter will have
> to resign or tell him about
> >it. By resigning much of what Lasiter was
> trying to do to fix Starfleet
> >will be in great jeopardy. If he tells the
> President and is relieved, it
> >could mean war between our peoples. What can
> be done?"
>
> She didn't pause in beating up the power
> converter. "Well, there's good
> money to be made in a war. I'm always willing
> to take on a new operative.
> You could set up a nice nest egg for yourself
> working for me." She looked
> at him, more amused by his grouchy look.
> "Relax. Fire up one of your
> Starfleet shuttles, and Jack will take you. As
> you can see, our ship isn't
> exactly ready to be driven just yet." Indeed,
> parts of the starboard engine
> were in pieces next to her.
>
"We don't have any here with the range to make it to Pacifica.... Let me
see what I can scrounge."
He left to go brood and see what he could do. He did not like having to sit
back and watch. Doing was preferable. Perhaps there might be an
alternative...
tbc...
