>"Better than I thought it would, actually." Jac says with a small >chuckle, "Si Coleman seemed to be impressed by *me*. He needs to learn >not to judge a book by it's cover. I chatted him up a bit, and then Woof >took over. I didn't realize Woof was that smooth of a talker. He had >*me* half convinced that this whole thing was to make sure some Lady's >lover really did get on that ship and fly out of her life before her >indiscretions ruined her marriage." "I'm impressed by you, too, but hopefully for entirely different reasons," Mira says with a smile and a gleam of humor in her eyes. >Jac stops and opens the hatch for Mira and escorts her down the gangway >toward the waiting limo. The sun has just gone down and the Starport's >lights are coming up. The night air is warm and sultry, and smells of >chemicals and ozone wafting across the tarmac from the port's huge fuel >and chemical holding tanks. An increasingly loud humming sound from the >south signals the arrival of another ship descending over the bay toward >the port. Looking out you can see lights coming on along the streets >bordering the Starport, the bright flashing neon lights of the cafes and >bars luring spacemen and locals as well as the white street lights >lining the streets. "Lights at night are so pretty," She comments, "Even the ugliest cities become magical at night." >Parked below the gangway is a long black limousine with a uniformed >driver standing beside it. The driver and limo shimmer in the starport >lights from the heated air still rising up from the black tarmac. > >As the pair approach the limo the drive says as he opens the door to the >back seat, "Good evening Sir Jac, Sianna. My name is Nicholas and it is >my pleasure to be your driver this evening." "Good evening, Nicholas," Mira says politely as she allows Jac to hand her into the limousine. Mira
