Nina Gets a Call

Nina was at work when she received a comm-call.  Being a little old-fashioned, despite her state of the art profession, she carried the old-fashioned gadget on her arm.

"This is Nina Black."

"Nina.  Your ship was in my neighborhood.  Yes, been talking to your mother, dear woman.  Dear woman."  The holo-image of the fat, older and aging man glared at the girl.

"Oh," was the nonplussed reply.  "Perhaps we'll take this in my office."  Nina glanced at Swish with a lifted eyebrow.  "Excuse us please."

Once in the privacy of her office, Nina queried, "I assume this isn't a social visit."

"No."  Mr. Stokes grimaced at being forced to move on from his prattling.  "A friend of mine has gone missing.  Your ship is the only one that has been in this area recently, so I tracked you down with the help of Starfleet, and I know you...."

To forestall more prattling, Nina asked, "What is his name?"

"Dr. Othaniel Ariz."  Mr. Stokes smiled; his smile was gleaming white, unnaturally so.

"I'll ask around.  Although you should have inquired of the Arcadia's security department first.  I'm not a detective, I'm a holographic specialist."  Nina smiled.

"There's a risk I might run into...something."  Stokes sniffed.

"I'll see what I can do," Nina promised without enthusiasm.