Personal Log - 04 Apr 3307 14:15
04 Apr 2021MadAl
In the corridor outside the briefing room my new friend requested that I turn over my communication devices, firmly stressing the ‘s’ in devices. As to how, he knew I was carrying a hidden backup device I may never know, but it confirmed that these guys knew a lot about me.We walked for almost an hour through endless corridors, turning left and right, taking elevators up and down until we came to an airlock door. Now an airlock door is something I take great care to avoid most days and my hesitation did not go unnoticed.
“Don’t worry, we aren’t spacing you today!” my new friend chuckled. He swiped an access card over an invisible panel and the door opened and in we went. Out the other side of the airlock we entered as far as I can tell, into the cargo compartment of an Adder ship. I overheard my friend talking into the intercom instructing the pilot to go to Invergary station, but with no windows to confirm our destination, I settled down into a basic seat and strapped in.
Arriving at our destination we made our way through an airlock and down a series of corridors to a small meeting room. Simply furnished with a small table and a pair of chairs, I was instructed to sit down and wait. “Boss man will be with you shortly.”, my friend said as he left the room closing the door behind him.
As the minutes slowly ticked by, I began to wonder what the hell I had done to end up here. Was it my recent articles that did not show FRC in the best of light? Who had I offended recently? Could it be that batch of low temp diamonds I acquired last month for an unbelievable low cost?
Not finding anything too critically damaging in my recent history I started to think of who these people are. Which part of FRC runs around with unmarked flight suits? I was running down a list of possible candidate sections when the door suddenly open and the answer was staring me straight in the face – SPEC OPS !!