Elisa didn’t like the way that Walter spoke, let alone the content. She knew that sort of tone immediately, the ‘crap has hit the fan’ tone that was deadly serious. The content only served to prove the point. Something had happened to Miyoko, something bad enough to have the normally stoic man worried.<br/><br/>Her casual stroll changed into a run as she headed down the street, eyes alert for any way to get back to the ship as fast as possible. Something deep down was telling her to do more, to look for somebody following her or some other signs of trouble. As much as she wanted to believe that this was some random or isolated incident, practical experience told her never to assume anything.<em>Could somebody be deliberately targeting us?</em>she told herself.<em>Something we did? An enemy we don’t know about?</em><br/><br/>A short but no less harrowing ride later, she was back at the spaceport, all but sprinting through it to get to the dropship.<em>Whatever’s going on, I only hope I’m not too late</em>. She bored the dropship by the first available access, desperately glancing around as she headed through the cavernous interior of the massive vessel. Nothing seemed out of place, which was a small relief. Of course, how that would hold up when she got to the command deck was another matter.<br/>