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Glen left the Rue du Rivoli coffee shop and his next stop was the barbers. He hadn’t had a good professional haircut in several months. Not only did the Merrimack need a Counsellor but she could do with a hairdresser too. Glen knew that Faith, his niece and yeoman, spent hours every day to create her beehive.

Glen made his way along the Promenade’s upper level, but this was a very quiet space station and he couldn’t see the passengers or crew disembarking at the airlocks below that you might expect in a space station closer to the centre of the UFP. Despite his desire to quickly return to the Merrimack he found a number of curious shop windows along the way, and he found that he stopped at Fischer’s Clockmakers to examine the ancient and new timepieces on display there.

He seriously considered buying a timepiece on display, but then he remembered again the child and it’s toys, that he needed to speak with Joe Milligan about the time travelling, and that he was sure Miriam had lied about knowing him. Glen could never leave work behind for very long. He was surprised that he hadn’t been paged yet. He had half expected that a briefing from some Admiral or Commodore would have been requested by now. So, he turned away from the shop window and walked off towards the docking rings, picking up his pace as he did. The station was beginning to get busier.

Glen would hear the sound of running shoes behind him ‘’Hey Captain wait’’ a voice said ‘’Leaving so soon?’’ a different one called out. Two young women caught up with him and they were dressed up for the night.

‘’I’m Susan and this is my friend Sandy’’ at which point Sandy wrapped her arm around his, while Susan ran a hand across his chest ‘’There’s a party starting soon!’’ both girls seemed excited ‘’With two ships docked we’re bond to have a whooping lavish party ‘’.

‘’Any high ranking officers still on the Merrimack ?’’ Susan asked with a honey sweet voice.

NC S and S.

John looked around the docking rings entrance hall for other people involved in the scam, because it was quite obviously some scam. He couldn’t see anyone watching them. “Yes, I am the Captain of the Merrimack, but I think you have me confused with someone else? I don’t have time for… er… carousing! …Sorry! If you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to me ship. And I obviously cannot comment upon the ship’s complement!”

-Glen, CO