The Ambassador Calls Twice by E. J. Randolph

Author:E. J. Randolph [Randolph, E. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Aliens, Fiction, Science Fiction, Space Opera
ISBN: 9781720298038
Google: VK_MvAEACAAJ
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: 2018-10-04T23:00:00+00:00

BOOK TWO

ALIEN

DEMANDS

CHAPTER SIX

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A FEW weeks later I was sitting alone in the commons, drinking tea and perusing tourist brochures, looking for the next fun thing to do. The intercom turned on with a brief pulse of static. “A vehicle stopped outside. The passenger is climbing the gangway.”

“Visuals, please, Miss A.”

The large screen on the bulkhead lit up. A young man in the diplomatic uniform of the Federation stood outside the main hatch. He looked around as if searching for a door bell.

I snickered and walked to the main hatch. “Please open up, Miss A. I’m going out.”

She opened the inner hatch, and I stepped into the space between the inner and outer hatches. She closed the inner and opened the outer hatch. I walked onto the small landing where the stranger waited.

He clicked a hand-held projector and a small hologram image of me appeared in front of him. “You’re Kate Stevens.”

I nodded.

“You’re needed.”

“What?”

“The ambassador sent me to escort you to the embassy.”

My eyes narrowed. “Why?”

He averted his gaze. “Uh, they wouldn’t say.”

I crossed my arms. “I’m carried on the roster as a low-level officer, and everyone knows I’m here on R&R and not required to do anything. I’ve been here not quite two months, and except for three days at the beginning of my assignment to Bellasport, no one, let me repeat, no one, has expected me to even show up at the embassy. Something so important they have to send a personal escort is most irregular.”

He kept his head turned away from me.

Oh, no! It was happening. My vacation was about to end like Meredith said it would. If Moseley had to send a personal escort to make sure I showed up, this task must be worse than cleaning toilets. But what could I do? The ambassador called for me, and it was my job to show up. I was on the embassy roster. “Alright.” My throat was tight. “I’ll be back in a few moments.”

I searched for John and found him in the control room. “The ambassador sent an escort, driver, and vehicle to bring me to the embassy.”

He leaned back in the chair he’d had ergonomically engineered last time we were in Central. “That’s cranky.”

“You’re right.”

“Call on the cavalry if you need us. That’s what we’re here for.”

I walked halfway to my quarters and turned around. No, I wouldn’t change into a uniform. I’d go dressed as I was – in jeans. I was not on duty. I wasn’t supposed to be called in.

I got in the vehicle. The whole way to the embassy, the driver averted his face. What could be so bad?

At the embassy I forced myself to step out of the vehicle and head to the front door. I passed the marine guards, and they greeted me in a friendly and polite manner. This was normal. Perhaps all was not so bad. The door slid open, and the sound of the entire embassy staff shouting and talking swept around me.

Mosley stood behind the front desk.

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