The holo-image of Captain McTavish manifested itself before Kgozi as the short, blonde haired woman in her thirties nodded politely to the Captain.<br/>"I cannot give you our final destination, Captain, but we are on our way to Station Gamma 12 in the asteriod belt to drop off some much needed supplies at the base, and pick up some personnel."<br/>She smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, I can't clue you in more than that, my orders were very strict." Even through the fuzzy background noise of the holo, one could see her eyes turning to someone offscreen, almost challengingly.<br/>"I'll let you know when I can. McTavish out."<br/><br/><br/>The doors burst open as light flooded into the quiet hospital room, the ambient silence and soft beeping of monitors shattered with a sudden flurry of noise, bodies and rapping boots on the granite floor.<br/>"Lt. Greenfield, we need you now." came a voice from the cadre of agents that had just entered Alice's room. The man held out a gloved hand and let datapad fall between the young woman's legs to her lap. It was lightweight, and the screen was filled with images and data. The shadowy figure stood, tense...agitated, his words spilling out like water from  broken main.<br/>"We need you in the field, right now. There's a target of the utmost importance to the Empire, we need it destroyed...yesterday. All our field agents are already engaged, that leaves you. There's no time to train you, and you'll have to leave immediately."<br/>The man pulled up a suitcase and laid it at the foot of her bed. "Everything you will need is in here. You will be meeting one of our agents already on-mission. He will give you further instruction. Wheels up in thirty mikes, lets move, agent."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>