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Chapter 6

Dr. Loggar looked at the strange mix of colors outside her window. Weird shimmering pat..."

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{{TplDistantRealityChapter|title=Chapter 6|chapter text=A gift is something that holds a surprise inside. Usually it is given between friends, family or intimates. It is a symbol that transcends mere simple feelings but speaks of an underlying strong bond. It’s very much a surprise when one’s enemy gives the gift. 
 
Chapter 6 
 
Dr. Loggar looked at the strange mix of colors outside her window. Weird shimmering patterns danced about. Her door chimed. She turned, “Enter.” The door opened and the figure in the door way caught her breath. Loggar had forgotten that Sean Blakemore would call on her. He stood in the doorway, in the flesh, finally. She had waited a long time to meet him and here he was. She regained her composure. “Commander Blakemore. I’m so glad you can assist me.” 
Sean leaned in. He looked timidly to the sides, and then stepped inside fully. The door closed. “Then, I’m not disturbing you?” 
Loggar walked over and extended her hand, her offering of friendship. 
Sean accepted . . . and quickly held his surprise. Did Loggar finger his palm? 
“No, not at all, Commander. I do have to admit my awkward feelings in having to be instructed on the workings of GRID travel and by a Commander at that.” 
Sean smiled. That was a mouthful. “How so?” 
She motioned them to the table. “One would think that being with GRID Command I would have picked up on how GRID travel is done.” Sean shrugged, “Maybe, maybe not. I don’t know anything about exobiology and anthropology myself.” 
Loggar laughed cutely and smiled wide. She looked into Sean’s eyes for a moment. Trying to see what the window into his mind revealed. As a trained anthropologist she picked up on what Sean didn’t say, didn’t do. 
Sean became uneasy. Loggar’s stare was piercing. She locked gazes with him. “Ah, how should we start?” Sean mildly choked out, breaking the horrid fear that was creeping over him. If he didn’t know better, he would swear that Dr. Loggar wanted to get to know him. Really get to know him. He glanced quickly at the dress she was wearing, bright Red. Odd for a scientist he supposed, but he approved. She looked nice for a scientist. He noticed her skin. It was smooth and flawless, no wrinkles or scars. And her eyes, those piercing eyes that had -- what in the hell was he thinking? She was a scientist, a very important scientist, maybe a bit nutty in thinking aliens lived out there, but nonetheless important. He did wonder at why she asked about him. What he had been thinking was out of the question. Robin would have a field day if she found out that a VIP from GRID Command had literally palmed him. He wiped the thought of her piercing eyes, the curvature of her form, and her nice legs --. 
“How about the history.” Loggar said, interrupting his thoughts. 
Sean, you dog, he told himself, back to business. “The history, sure, good start.” 

 
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