>Brennan, who was behnd his desk, looked up as Lorin entered.  "Admiral
Renaud, what do I owe the >pleasure of today's visit?"

"Doctor... I wish I could say it was my annual physical but I have been
saved that torture by the Starfleet Oversight Committee. You're looking
well."

"Thank you," he said.  "I'm feeling well."  Nothing like marriage to lift a man's spirits.

"As you may know I recently took over Research & Development. Part of my
early phases of command has been revamping and streamlining the department."

A small chortle escaped before Brennan could reign it in.  "Good luck," he wished him.  "It's become quite a three-headed beast."

"I don't believe Medical Research should be in my hands. I believe it should
be done by medical personnel. I'd like to offer you our current medical
research + the staff and funding from that portion of R&D."
That was somethign Matt hadn't expected.  He looked warily at Renaud, then gestured toward a seat.  He came out from behind his desk and sat in a chair facing him.  "That's something that every surgeon general for the past four decades has begged for and been denied," he said.  "Why the sudden change of heart?"  Not looking gift horses in the mouth was the usual stance. But understanding what was a gift and what was a Trojan horse was even more necessary.
 
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Randy
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