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Hopeless, Shapeless, Dreamless, Nameless (2/?)
by Meredith Bronwen Mallory
mallorys-girl@cinci.rr.com
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New Arisia- March, 2264

    Marcus Cole looked over the stacks of paper work and frowned. If there
was one thing he hated, it was paperwork.
"Damn," he muttered.
"Pardon me, sir?" his secretary asked, poking her head in his office.
"Nothing, Miss Saunderson," he sighed. He took out his pen and started in on
the mindless crap. But it was in the best interest of the colony. A colony
he'd worked two long years to get in order. Now Cole mining was on the map
again, just like he'd wanted it to be, just the way Mum, Dad and Will would
have wanted it. Sometimes Marcus still longed for the adrenaline charged
days of Babylon Five, the pace of the war, the way life had been, and most
of all his friends. He'd gotten out of contact with his former leader;
Delenn, and Stephen Frankiln. But they'd been brought together by war, he
reasoned, it was only logical that they'd fallen out of contact when they
resumed their lives. There really wasn't anything else on Babylon Five he'd
cared about, that was why he'd left after the war, quit the Rangers and come
here to rebuild Cole Mining. But...
Always on the back of his mind, a small voice whispered that there was
something wrong with this picture. Marcus dismissed it as paranoia,
especially because that little voice didn't like his secretary much either.
Carolyn Saunderson was an efficient woman, good and classy as well. There
shouldn't have been anything about her that would possibly set off his
alarms. But there was.

Shaking his head, Marcus allowed his mind to wander elsewhere.  It followed
the familiar path of his dreams. He never could never remember exactly what
they were about, just the feeling of pure bliss they imparted. The only
thing he could ever remember in the morning was the image of a blue eyed,
golden unicorn. Marcus took a deep breath and got back to work. Now wasn't
the time for such things... later, later over a glass of whisky and a some
dinner. Burying himself in his work, Marcus jumped sky high when he heard
the tentative voice of Carolyn Saunderson.
"Mister Cole," she began, "the contact for Sterling Enterprises just sent
the destination for the goods you wanted."
"Yes? Where is it?"
"Babylon Five."