Trust: Immoral

[RAdm S.Coyote 0]

New Topeka Colony

Starfleet Border Patrol, First Threat Response Offices

Rear Admiral Coyote's Office

Stardate 2260.53 1:45 PM

 

It was business as usual in the New Topeka BP offices; Starfleet administrative personnel were on point, and the outer offices were busy. The person waiting to see Admiral Coyote had been scheduled for a debrief session and the meeting had been delayed due to a situation that required her immediate attention.

 

In the medium-sized waiting area that separated Coyote's office from the outer administrative offices, snippets of a conversation could be overheard: Comanche. Paxton. Sickness. Ship was at all stop...and vampires? Really?

 

Coyote's low murmur carried through the open entry way, heard saying, "Okay...don't use the V word, infected...compromised...spreading..."

 

Interesting.

 

The person removed the comm device from their utility belt, the movement easy and sure so as to not attract attention through the clear glass separations.

 

Entering personal codes that would access a secure wireless connection, the officer texted a simple message: "May have something. Will look into, keep informed."

 

They calmly waited for the scheduled session with Admiral Coyote, and made mental notations on casual questions to ask regarding the Comanche Creek...

Edited March 21, 2012 by RAdm S.Coyote