<I>Riker waited for Henderson in the shuttle facility, standing next to the</i> Jordan, <I>which was going to be their transportation for the next couple of days. It took a day to get to Telon II, and another day, of course, to return. They would spend today in transit awaiting the poker tournament on Sunday, and hopefully accomplish their mission by the end of the poker tournament so no one would ask any questions.
Riker held a duffel bag with a basic change of clothes and a few PADDs with some very classified information encrypted onto them. He checked the chronometer and sighed. They were supposed to *leave* at 0900, not get into the shuttle then. He took a deep breath. *You're getting too old for this--it has you on edge. Calm down. You just have to get back into it,* he thought. Just then, the doors opened, and Henderson walked in.</i> "Ready for some poker, my friend?" <I>Riker asked with a grin.</i>