Eden
Copyright© 2014 by Colin Barrett
Chapter 6
Group meetings usually conclude in a rapid exodus by the participants, eager to resume their individual lives, with but a few stragglers. This was no different, and Igwanda strode purposefully out the door. But as he passed through the media contingent that waited patiently outside to press the crew members for information, declining to even recognize the shouted questions, he was followed closely by Meiersdottir. He deliberately took a detour to the exit and then, when she still followed, abruptly turned.
"Madam—" he began.
"Col. Igwanda!" she called at the same instant.
He snorted a quick laugh. "You have the advantage of me, madam," he said. "I don't—"
"Amanda Meiersdottir, Colonel," she interrupted. "Sociologist."
"Ah," he said with a slight bow. "Sociologist extraordinaire, I believe."
"Sociologist," she said firmly, but returned a mock curtsy. "I followed you to see if I might buy you a drink."
"By which you mean, to resume our brief discourse early in the session and interrogate me for further information," he said.
"That would be a topic of conversation," she replied calmly.
"Then I ask your pardon," said the colonel. "I can reveal little more than I said before, and I do not want to overburden your hospitality." He turned to walk on.
"Please wait, sir," she said quietly. When he turned again, she went on. "I'm not trying to extract classified information from you—not now, at any rate. But you said something that concerns me greatly. I need to discuss it with you further, not just to ask you questions but to offer information. We don't have to talk now, but I consider it urgent that we do well before shuttle liftoff."
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