Mike climbed the stairs on the Starbase's huge promenade with caution, if one step was loose it could indeed be the end of him. He was to meet Nick, for a last time. He navigated his way to the place they had arranged, picked a table which offered a tactical advantage if neccecary. He pulled at the chair a little before he sat down and began to wait for Nick. One Lt Commander Nicolas Quayle walked merrily into the room, looking around to see his friend, Mike, who was indeed always early. Nick spotted Mike in the corner and went to join him. He reached the corner, sat down and greeted Mike. Mike smiled. "So, Mr. Lieutenant, hows the Chimera?" Nick asked. Mike frowned and looked at Nick, he could nataurally tell that it was the real Nick and so did not restrain himself. He explained about how the wargames hadn't managed to cause any real damage, and then asked about when Nick was expecting the communique to tell him of his new assignment. Nick looked at his watch, which Mike had replicated for him when he left the ship, "an hour" he replied nervously, explaining that he hadn't a clue where he would be next... chasing rogue klingons around the beta quadrant or teaching children spanish, although he didn't speak spanish, so this was unlikely. They discussed for about twenty minutes, and then decided to head off to Nick's temporary quarters, ready for the communique from Starfleet Command. To be continued.....