"I think we need to check the airways, ducts, drop ceiling, and under the grid plates. We've searched everywhere else. Over." Ted Greanley slipped two fingers behind his belt and surveyed the twelve under-deputies that gathered before him.
"That's a good idea Deputy Greanley. Get the men started in a full search rotation. Report to me as soon as you learn anything. Over." Chief Commander Taylor Cane stood at his video disc cabinet and shuffled through them like they were playing cards.
"Will do. We'll needhelp from the agricultural techs to search the airways and ducts in there. Over."
"You'll get what you need. Will there be anything else? Over."
"No. Chief Commander Cane. Over and out."
Taylor Cane pulled one particular video disc from the cabinet and inserted it into the disc player. He watched the recording of people filing along through corridor 66 on level 10, section J. It was a thirty day old recording, but on it was Deputy Jacob Harlowe. He stood outside of room 247, just watching people walk by. He didn't move until the corridor was vacant and his own footsteps were as echoes.
Jacob Harlowe went to room 247's access panel and punched in four digits.
The door slid open and a pair of slim arms threw themselves around Harlowe pulling him inside where the door slid shut behind him.
Taylor Cane removed the disc from the player. He put it back in its proper place in the cabinet. He gripped his chin and the corner of his eyes curled. With his other hand he made a fist. "I think I found my bishop."
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Tara 3
Khoa học viễn tưởngA space-scape of time lost and lives trying to remain afloat upon the stars in Humankinds last chance effort to survive on TARA 3.
