>>In side the room was the three prisoners who sat at a table. The room was >well lit
>with indirect lighting, and was quite comfortable. A water pitcher >was on the table
>with some non-breakable cups. David peered in through one-way >glass. With him were
>two intell operatives, and a handfull of the marines that >accompanied him on his
>trip.
>
>>"Captain, there is a panic button on the table. Hit it if you feel >uncomfortable or
>endangered. Once hit, it will take us 2 seconds to open the >door and get inside.
>Remember that this is being recorded." one of the Intell >guys said, briefing Boulay
>on the layout of the room.
>
>"Understood..." He took his PADD and walked into the room and sat down, clearly
>identifying the panic button in his mind so he could hit it without thinking if need
>be. "Gentlemen, my name is Captain David Boulay and I would like to speak with you
>for a moment if I can about the people you represent."
They looked at each other for a moment, as if to be sure they wanted to speak to this
man. Finally one answered,
"We apparently have the time, Captain. Talk all you want to." the spoksperson for the
group said neutrally.
{response}
*****
Chris
GM- SPD & JSOC
