> He handed it over, fortunately he had an image of it backed up in his > secure archives. > > >"If you would like to wait, I can try to get an initial evaluation for > you." > > "I will wait. Time is of the essence. Due to the security of this item, > would you mind if I accompanied you? I will not disturb you."
"Of course not." > (ooc-will rewrite this part if need be depending on the response) > > As he followed him, he hit his comm, "Ambassador Watson to Ambassador Rilg. > After my current meeting I would appreciate a moment of your time." The technician took Watson into the bowels of Intel, where very sophisticated labs were well staffed, even at this hour. They entered one, and the technician gestured to a stool. "Have a seat, if you wish. You can see everything from there." (response) He set the document down on a worktable and, picking up a tricorder, scanned the artifact for compositional makeup. (gm?) *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ | Randye Jones |) aka Adm. Carrhae t'Llhweiir and Adm. Candance Bedru /| Spacedock Role-Playing Game ( | ) [EMAIL PROTECTED] | Boldly goin' where no musician has gone before! _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
