Chapter one-
*******Later that day*******
" I gave Major Kincaid your schedule, and I'm quiet sure he is capable of handling it." Sandoval
assure Zo'or
"I hope more capable then you have been lately," Zo'or replied
with half smile.
"Fine Zo'or,"Sandoval replied turning and walks off the bridge thinking, You and Kincaid should
have fun playing in the sandbox.
*******Sandoval 's apartment*******
Sandoval sits down at his desk and lose his tie and open his global, keys in a number, then a dark
hair man appear on the screen.
"Frank," Sandoval replied "You got what I ask for?"
"Yea, part," relied Frank
"What part?"
"I broke the code from Da'an file in the Embassy, but all it give
me is something to do with some Hydrid project on the Moonbase.
"Good, that what I'm looking for."
"Why." Frank replied
"I'm not paying you to ask question, just get the information as soon as possible."
Then Sandoval shut his global and lay it on his desk, he lay back in his chair and pick up a pen
writing over and over on a piece of paper, Hydrid, saying in a low soft voice "Where are you my
son . . ."
*******Later that day*******
" I gave Major Kincaid your schedule, and I'm quiet sure he is capable of handling it." Sandoval
assure Zo'or
"I hope more capable then you have been lately," Zo'or replied
with half smile.
"Fine Zo'or,"Sandoval replied turning and walks off the bridge thinking, You and Kincaid should
have fun playing in the sandbox.
*******Sandoval 's apartment*******
Sandoval sits down at his desk and lose his tie and open his global, keys in a number, then a dark
hair man appear on the screen.
"Frank," Sandoval replied "You got what I ask for?"
"Yea, part," relied Frank
"What part?"
"I broke the code from Da'an file in the Embassy, but all it give
me is something to do with some Hydrid project on the Moonbase.
"Good, that what I'm looking for."
"Why." Frank replied
"I'm not paying you to ask question, just get the information as soon as possible."
Then Sandoval shut his global and lay it on his desk, he lay back in his chair and pick up a pen
writing over and over on a piece of paper, Hydrid, saying in a low soft voice "Where are you my
son . . ."
