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>"We have that situation in hand, Captain," he replied curtly. "Your >transport will leave in two hours. Until that time, I think it would be >safest if you remained here. Good day, Captain." He turned and left, and >the field went back up and immediately to black. Justinian obviously did not want him to see other prisoners...something stunk here...and it was ripening. >Two hours later, the doorway opened again, and a guard nodded to him. "Time >to go," he said simply. David stood and followed. >He was led down the same corridor he'd gone down the day before, but instead >of going left afterward, they went right. It ended in a ground >transportation bay, where he was ushered into a hovercar with blacked out >windows; he noticed the doors were locked from the outside. The ride was >short, and when he was let out, he was at a spaceport. The car was parked >next to a small transport ship of local design, and, with yet still another >guard watching, was escorted onboard. It was no luxury liner, but it was >the way home, which had its own sweetness to it. The guards were finally >gone, and he was free at last. David tried to look around as he got on the other ship. (?) >The ship took off and soon the blackness of space surrounded them. As >announced by the captain, the ride was going to take about five hours. >Their destination was the nearest starbase, and David recognized it as the >one Van Der Loo was in charge of. David made his way to the Cockpit, "Captain....I am Captain David Boulay, Starfleet Command. Can I use your comm system please? It is an emergency" (response-if not scratch below) "Boulay to Spacedock."
