>He made as many notes as possible about the scans and then turned to
Maggie.
>
>"About the scans... do you think Michael would want to know about it? If
>so, how soon do you think we should notify him of the findings?"
>
>"Oh, he'll want to know," she assured him. "I'd wait until after the
Ramesar
>general gets through trying to show us how big his Pee-Pee is, though."
Steven nodded. "Posturing is all well and good, but if it could get us
killed, I think he might want to do as little of that as possible. As for
the Ramesar general, well, I get the weird feeling that he might be hiding
something. Remember the old saying: Drawing a sabre does not make as much
noise as rattling one does."
"Oh,, I wastn't talking about Michael," she assured him. "Michael is the
perfect picture of decorum. at all times. Unless, that is, it behooves us
not to be."
"I wonder why they didn't want us on the planet, though? I mean, I'm
presuming that's why we were beamed up in such a hurry."
Maggie shook her head. "Something's being hidden. I just hope we can
figure out what from up here."
