As the old Marine sat behind his desk, his comms chirped. =/\=Command Deck to Chief of Police. You have an incoming transmission from Earth. =/\= came the voice of the Ensign assigned to station communications.

=/\=Patch it through.=/\= came the gruff response.

“What now?” he grumbled to himself as he waited for the call to come in.

Pikelsimer, CoP