ON:
Standing on the steps of the Phoenix Trade Federation the breeze whipped up Veronica Harringers long red hair as she looked for her ride. It was only a moment and a sleek silver gray Zepher hovercar came to a stop in front of her, the door opening silently. Once settled into her seat Marcus pulled back into traffic headed for the Omega Prime Space Port.
Glancing over he noticed a wicked smile upon her lips.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, watching the following cars closely.
Shaking her head she smiled. “I can’t get the image of Admiral Kreggs funeral out of my mind.”
“What sorry you missed it?”
“Sorry I wasn’t there to cheer Dr. Chikace Larle on. I wonder what he was thinking as the blade came down on his skull.”
“He was regretting Branson ordering the Coren to transport him back to Kalama. He’d still be alive if he was still in the brig.”
“Yes……such a shame.”
Marcus took a right and started across the Covington River.
“So..’ He started. “Everything in order?”
She stared out the window, watching the pleasure craft tack back and forth up the river. “Yes…..I’ve taken complete control of Dexter Industries. Seeing as I couldn’t talk you into it.” she looked back at him with a disappointed expression.
Marcus shook his head. “I’m just a simple bar keep.”
She tentatively patted his knee. ‘Yea….I know.”
They rode the rest of the trip in silence until they passed the entrance to the space port. The sky was filled with every size and shape of transport, the clear evidence of an economy on the move.
Pulling into the smaller Executive Terminal a valet met them and took away Marcus prized Zepher. The Sun was straight over head and The Last Chance stood ready and waiting for them. Stopping short of the hatch Marcus took Veronicas arm.
“Veronica, ……you sure?”
“Sure if I want to spend a quiet week away from here with you? ….” she kissed him for the very first time on the cheek. “Quite sure” she whispered in his ear.
He looked a long time in her eyes. Questioning his own resolve to carry this relationship to the next level. Eventually he realized, as in battle, if he waited until he was really sure…
“Lets go then….Caravor awaits.”
**
Across the tarmac parked along a tree line T’Ros watched with field glasses. As the pair entered the ship and the hatch closed she disappeared back into the trees.
Off:
Marcus Dinn
Owner of RICKS and Oz
Phoenix Colony
Phoenix Federation
Veronica Harringer
CEO and Chairman of the Board
Dexter Industries
Phoenix Colony
Phoenix Federation
