It was mid-afternoon and the sound of Frank Sinatra, a 20th century jazz singer, rang out of the speakers of the CMOs office. Perched behind his desk Harvey had just finished unpacking the last of his belongings. Davenport was not what one would call a materialistic individual, however no matter were he was stationed he would always have his collection of antique medical encyclopedias.

Raising to his feet Harvey blew a fresh sheet of dust of the spine of one of his encyclopedias, clearing his throat as he did. Walking around his desk he moved over to the corner of his office were he placed the last book on the shelf. Straightening his uniform, he addressed the computer =^= Computer, end music =^= and exited his office walking down the deck in the direction of the turbolift.

Approaching the turbolift, the doctor came to a halt tapping the call button he whistled the chorus to ‘my way’ as he waited. Stepping into the turbo lift, upon its arrival, Davenport stood in the Centre and directed the computer to proceed directly to deck 8. Stepping out of the turbolift Harvey walked along the corridor exchanging a friendly nod here and there with his new crew members.

Reaching the door to the Counselor’s office the young doctor stood still and tapped the call panel awaiting permission to enter.

Psych evaluations were never something Harvey looked forward to, he did however as a member of the medical field appreciate there importance.

Lieutenant Harvey Davenport,
Chief Medical Officer.