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			"Are you happy to be back aboard, Captain?" Asked Stryker as he 
			sipped a cup of coffee. The bridge was quiet tonight. Everyone was 
			busy at their stations or in quiet conversations.
			Lawrence looked up from the PADD she was signing and smiled. "It 
			amazes me how much I missed being out here in space when not too 
			long ago I just felt I had to get off this ship before I went crazy. 
			Guess I’ll always feel that the PHOENIX is my home and, like anyone 
			who’s been on vacation, I’m happy to get back."
			"Bridge, Chief Security Officer." Mon’Teith’s voice came over the 
			intercom.
			"Captain, speaking."
			"Captain, I’m in the botanical gardens; I think you better get 
			down here."
			Lawrence gave a quick glance at Wolf, who shrugged his shoulders. 
			"On my way. Stryker, you have the Conn."
			
			When Lawrence entered the botanical gardens, she saw a group of 
			people standing around one of the larger pools. Mon’Teith had a 
			security team around the perimeter of the pool. TE elbowed her way 
			through the crowd. One crewmember pushed another out of the way when 
			he saw the captain heading their way. As TE stepped pass a security 
			guard, she could see a body floating among the Sacred Lotus plants 
			in the pool. It was a female with blonde hair. She was lying face 
			down and the water around her was red with blood.
			"All right folks! Clear the area! Those two standing over there 
			found the body, Captain."
			The crowd began to move off muttering back and forth to each 
			other as they left the area.
			"Do you know who it is?"
			"I didn’t want to touch anything until Dr. Natevera checked her 
			out."
			"Good idea."
			At that moment Kora Natevera, the ship’s Chief Medical Officer, 
			arrived with two corpsmen following behind. 
			"Well, well, what have we here?" Kora asked as she surveyed the 
			scene.
			"Nothing good I can tell you, Doc." Lawrence commented.
			"Let’s see what we’ve got. Stan, Kirby, take her out of the 
			pool."
			The two men stepped into the water. One took the woman’s arms and 
			the other her feet. When they placed her face up on the ground 
			Captain Lawrence gasped. 
			"My God, that’s Ensign Melissa Wells from Logistics. She’s our 
			Recreation Officer!"
			Kora squatted down to get a better look. "This woman has had her 
			throat slit, Captain. You can rule out an accident. She was 
			murdered. I won’t know more until I get her back to medical." Kora 
			stood up. "We have a killer aboard the ship, TE."