The intercom sounded for the third time in TraceyG's quarters. Stirring from slumber, she looked over at the chronometer and saw the shiptime. Getting up aout of bed and putting on a robe, she moved over to the comms panel and activated it.
A message on the screen appeared, "Priority One, Urgent Message."
The face of the Communications Officer appeared on the screen.
"What is it now, ensign, do you know what time it is??"
"Errrr... sorry to disturb you captain, but there's another urgent incoming hail from Gh'dar." the ensign replied sheepishly.
"Again? Ok, then, put him through..."
The panic-stricken image of the Gorn Administrator replaced the ensign on the screen.
"The files... where are the files... the Gorn Dragon Alliance is threatening to lynch me if I don't get those files!! You've got to help me!!", he said wiping the sweat from his brow. And reptiles never sweat.
"Relax, the files are sent, you should be getting them by Enhanced Multiphased Anti Ionised Lightwave transmission any moment now."
Topic: Calling Miss Tracey. Miss Tracey, you have a message at the front Desk. (Read 1507 times)