"I'll see what I can do, but we all know how successful I was with
Mitchell," Alex told Derek. She began pulling up files, doing every
conceivable search. Like Mitchell, she found an exemplary(sp? it's VERY
EARLY) record of service int he Egypt house. Unlike Mitchel, every move
she'd made was trackable. No one ever lost touch with her and the people in
her house
seemed aware of where she had gone. She sighed in frustration. "No warning
signs that I can find," she told him. "At least not yet. I can run her
prints." She hurried downstairs and retrieved the phone the woman had been
using. The prints said that she was who she claimed to be. Spectrographic
analysis showed, they were human, no traces of anything unusual.
"On the contrary," Derek corrected her, waiting for Sloan (this is the new
guy's cue to PICK UP :) and role play with us fellow Polt addicts!) to
answer the call "You are the one that found gaps in his time and both you
and Julia had refused to stop looking. Most would have just given up and
said to hell with it." his lips quirked at the too close annogram of the
situation that literally happened "Pun not intended but fully realized."
Then he frowned thoughtfully "Where is Miss Sherridan now?"
He called up the security cameras and found where she had made the calls and
wrote a note on her notepad. Ahh, buying a dress.
He then turned to Alex. She was working, yes, but considering she had as
much right if not more than most, to enjoy the function he wondered, "Have
you gotten your wardrobe prepared for the gala?"
