>Golan looked up. He had been eating a turkey wrap while reading the newspaper. He placed the PADD he >had downloaded it down when he had gone to answer the door. He stepped aside at the Ambassador's >request. "Please come in, Mr. Ambassador. Have a seat," added as he indicated the seating area.
>"Might I get you something to eat or drink?"
"No thanks". He sat, "I need to ask you some questions now that we're away from Cardassia. Where were you when you wrote that note?" He took his PADD and attached it to the display and brought up an image of it.
Golan's face paled slightly. These were not fond memories that Watson was asking him to remember. He walked over to one of the other chairs and did everything but collapse into it. "I was on Cardassia Prime. As I am sure you can assume from its content, my first assigned quarters upon my arrival were not the most comfortable."
(Watson?)
The professor's ligth blue eyes darted back and forth. It was a side effect of his most recent run-in with the Obsidian Order. "The last time I was with the Council, Melora Damesh was announcing my recall. While Central Command is in charge of our diplomats, my recall was at the behest of the head of the Obsidian Order. He happens to be her father as well."
He paused for a few moments as the bad memories rushed forward. "They ... questioned me about my work on Spacedock and were not exactly happy with the various projects I had been around."
(Watson?)
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