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TULLY, sitting up in bed, knuckling sleep from
his eyes, wincing at the light; he slaps the phone console and the glum face of
OPERATIONS OFFICER JACKSON (female)
appears. She wears a nylon baseball cap with a computer light-pen attached to
the bill.
'Morning, Tully.
TULLY
Morning? Jesus, Jackson, it's the middle of my
downtime...
CLOSE ON THE CONSOLE SCREEN
ANGLE
The room behind Jackson is Achorpoint's nerve-center, the Ops Room.
JACKSON
None of us up here in the Ops Room have seen downtime
for a while, Tully. A Marine transport came in on automatic sixteen hours ago.
She bobs her head as she speaks, using the pen on her cap to move a cursor on a screen in front of her.
JACKSON
(continuing)
The Sulaco. Departed gateway four years ago with a
compliment of fifteen. A dozen marines, an android, a company representative,
and the former warrant officer of a merchant vessel...
TULLY
So?
JACKSON
So, the bio-readout gives us the warrant officer, one
– count him – marine, and a nine-year-old girl. Makes you wonder what happened
out there, doesn't it?
TULLY
So ask 'em. Wake 'em up and ask 'em. Them, not me.
JACKSON
But that's the good news, Tully. Three hours before
Sulaco turned up, we docked a priority shuttle out of Gateway. Two passengers.
Milisci, Tully. Weapons Division.
TULLY
