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Date Posted: 20:05:35 08/08/01 Wed
Author: Dr. Edward Antony
Subject: "You want me to contact him?"
In reply to: Dr. Deborah Reed 's message, ""I guess all we can do now is wait..."" on 19:04:25 08/02/01 Thu

Dr. Antony spoke with a cold precision, even for him.

"Deborah?" he asked again, forgoing his usual irritating sobriquet for her, "He's going to have be notified sometime. Say the word and I'll call Ensign Grey right now."

Deb shook her head.

"Blasted--!

Fine. It's your decision, Deborah, but you can't keep this from him, or for that matter, anyone else for much longer. As far along as you are, it's going to be noticeable soon. I'll support you here as best as I can, and you know SBR will cover you after you are unable to continue your duties. We take care of OUR responsibilities..."

Deb turned aside, looking far off and saying nothing.

"Take all the time you need; I'll be right outside if you need anything. I'd congratulate you, but with that dingbat librarian not too far behind you, this station will be getting too crowded for my tastes...bah.

I'll leave you alone now....DEBORAH."

Antony flipped shut his palm scanner and put it in the jacket of his coat. Deb still sat on the table, her head hung low and facing away from him. For what seem like an eternity to him, Edward's hand hung in midair, reaching out to her, hovering over her shoulder. A scowl darkened his face as he balled his hand into a fist, turned, and abruptly walked out.

Flyboys got away with far too much on the station and if Antony had his way, he and young Justin Grey would have a serious chat about duty and honor very soon...

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"Oh, Justin...." -- Dr. Deborah Reed, 20:06:36 08/13/01 Mon