> >"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.
>
Nothing of interest was within visable.
>
> >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"
>
"What is the nature of the emergency, Captain? We are running radio silent
so not to attract any unnecessary attention to ourselves." asked the Captain
of the MAG Transport.
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