The recording telegraph rattled to a stop, and Jed leaned up and removed the sheet of paper from the basket.
“26 May NByr5
Patrol Report, NBS Mephisto
Continuing sweep of area. Advise description of target subject, as two bodies have been recovered from search area, however it is the opinion of the OOD that neither of them are the object of the search. Will proceed on grid until directed otherwise.”
She looked at the message, and leaned back in the chair. One more pass, she thought, and then I get to tell Tenk I’m calling it off. With a click and a muted ‘thooop’, the pneumatic cylinder for the harbormaster vanished into the burnished brass guts of the mailsystem, outlining the revised process for notification should anything (or anyone, for that matter) wash up at Port.