I checked my watch as I always did before making a data-memo. It was 15 seconds untill the hour and if I paced myself correctly, I could state the time accuratly to within a tenth of a second.

"Robert Blaton, Commision Investigator, the 18th of January 3069, 19:00 hours. I am questioning Gen Miyamoto, a free agent employed by the Legionnaire unit. It has been stated that he was present at th

The room was now clear of distractions. Mr. Miyamoto would have no one to spare him from my questions. The critical thing was to get him make a definite statement, Clark would do the same. If we could catch some of the crew in a lie, we would gain some serious leverage.

"Robert Blaton, investigating the death of Lt. Nicholas Schuster, 19:14 hours.

The good doctor was attached I pre

The brief pause in the questioning afforded me a chance to check the time. 22:46. Things were moving along a little more briskly than I had predicted. Mercenaries generally hold out the longest. Thier expierences with interogation and sometimes torture prepared them for this type of thing. Luckily for me, I was dealing with a hot head. A little button pushing, some word twisting, and soon enough I'd crack him. What I needed now was a lit

"Robert Blaton, Commision Investigator, January 19th 3069, 02:00 hours. I have put Miyamoto through his paces, probing his every defense and at last cutting through his story to the truth. Nicholas Schuster had been spiraling slowly into self-destructrion and either through his own actions or his apparent mental condition, he percipitated his death. There was no question of his stability, even before Clark and I started questioning.

The real matter the MRBC wanted investigationed