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A Bajoran male quietly walked down the corridor that was the main portion of the Diplomatic Sector on Spacedock. There was nothing about the man that stood out. He was average height and had light brown hair and eyes. Even his earring was of a simple design and would not have jumped out at anyone.
The man walked to the entrance of the Federation Embassey and walked over to the reception desk, where a lovely, young Betazoid woman was seated. She looked up from her console and asked, "May I help you, sir?"
"I have a package for the Ambassador. It is important that it be given to him immediately."
The Betazoid studied the gentleman. She could sense a feeling of urgency in the request. In fact, the urgency was being broadcast from his mind that it hammered against her own sensibilities. She did not sense anything to be concerned about. "If you give me your name, I can see if the Ambassador is available to meet with you," she responded with a kind voice.
"I don't need to meet with the Ambassador ... he just needs to get this package," he said as he dropped it on her desk and ran out the door.
At first, the receptionist wanted to run. Her nerves were on edge, particularly since the bombing that occurred only a few days earlier. She was calmed by the fact that she had not sensed an intent to hurt her or the Ambassador. She tapped the console.
"Ambassador Watson, a package has just been dropped off for you. The delivery person said it was urgent."
(Ambasador?)
AJ
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