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"I think we've got a lot to talk about, Director," Austin said, a serious, perhaps even impatient tone in his voice. Too much had happened since he had been gone, and most of them weren't very pleasant happenings. The agent couldn't but feel somewhat responsible for being unavailable at such times. He was ready to redeem himself...to put himself in action, to prove himself all over again.
"I guess we should start off where we left off," he began, "I think the last time I saw you face-to-face was when Plishkin was working with you after the collapse of the Confederation. I see that the operation went... smoothly."
"Terra's on the brink of war as it is, no? I imagine the politicians didn't exactly like the idea of three of our citizens being crucified."
"Oh, and another thing," Austin said after a bite of soup, "...I couldn't help but glance over a few documents. Did 'Marlene Angel' apply for a...a job? With us Terrans? The TNG?"
Austin digressed, allowing himself another cup of tea. "Truth be told, Director, I'm not fond of the idea of having Marlene Angel involved in Terran affairs. She's a femme fatale, and I doubt if she can be trusted with any position in the TNG."
"Those are all the big happenings, no?" Austin asked, "am I missing anything? Those were by biggest concerns, I suppose."
"And the Confederation might get back together? That's interesting," Austin smirked, taking another sip of tea.
"How did you find them?" he asked, finishing off her tea with a final sip.