> t'Llhweiir frowned. Then, noting where Lasiter's eyes were drawn, she > touched > her jaw just below her left ear. Since she was sore in several places, this > one had made no impression. Unfortunately, it was the only one that was > still > visible. "I will have it taken care of," she replied as she withdrew her > hand. > > "Be sure that you do, and soon. If you don't your wedding picture will look > awful.", he said still using his terse, angry tone that he had been using > most of the day.
She raised an eyebrow. The remark was beneath him, even if he was angry. How much of that anger was based on her disobedience, and how much of it was his reaction to her grasp at happiness at a time when he was obviously still grieving, she wondered to herself. There was nothing positive she could say in response, so she left her boss and friend without another word. > After she left Lasiter's office, she went immediately to Smallwood's. Once > there, she asked, "Is the admiral available?" > > "He is expecting you. Please go on in." "Thank you." She entered. > "Admiral, you came at a good moment. I spoke to the bureau of prisions, and > they will send over a small detachment of personnel to take charge of the > prisioner. Station security and the detachment that we send will augment > those from BOP. What else do you think we need?", he said as she entered his > spartan office. He wanted to get right to business. "Have you arranged the decoy?" she asked. (response) t'Llhweiir ends ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ | 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://mail.scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
