From: derek@anxst.com
Subject: Courier Mission Part 1
Date: Wed, 25 Jun 1997 19:05:15 -0700 (PDT)

name = Katherine Enterkin
email = KaEnterkin@aol.com
title = Courier Mission
story = COURIER MISSION
by Katherine Enterkin (KaEnterkin@aol.com)

This is my first Babylon 5 story.  Any comments or constructive criticism 
is welcome and wanted.  If it stinks tell me, but tell me why it does, 
because there is nothing worse than getting no comments and leaving my 
overactive imagination to run wild (But a warning, if someone sends me 
an e-mail message saying that this SUXXXXXX with no reason why it does 
so, I begin to doubt the brain power of such person.).  If you love it 
please tell me, I really want to know. Oh well, enough of my mindless 
ramblings for now.

DISCLAIMER
Viaborg owns...oops, sorry, wrong disclaimer ... Lets try that 
again ... PTEN, Babylonian Productions, and JMS own Babylon 5 and all 
characters save one.  Anessa Baldwin is of my own creation.  This is 
for my own enjoyment, and I certainly don't expect to earn any money 
from it.

*****
	The message had come in about thirty standard minutes ago.  It was 
short, to the point, and from my former superior.  "Meet me, my office, 
1100 hours."  The message was not unusual in itself, had it come six 
months ago, but now I am a teacher, not a field agent.  Oh sure, our 
organization has teachers too, although it may seem strange.  We have 
almost everything, teachers, warriors, commanders, pilots, spies, couriers, 
doctors, cooks, musicians, anything but lawyers.  Those we don't have.  
And yes, I am a trained field agent, but for the past six months, I 
have been a teacher.  So, the question remains, why am I here?
	I stood facing my old mentor and friend, a man with a small body 
and large mind.  I noticed that he had grown smaller with age, or had 
my perception of him changed.  Three years ago he seemed to me a towering 
giant, unstoppable by even the greatest of forces.  But no longer.  
"Nessa, we need you for a job."  Short, to the point, just like the 
message.  No frills, never any frills.
	"Care to elaborate on that, sir?"  Probably not, but it never 
hurts to ask.
	"Nessa, you know the rules.  I know that you've been busy 
with Andrew for the past couple of months, and I wouldn't have asked 
you, but this mission is of the utmost importance.  You are one of 
the few people that I can trust to do this."  Well, he knows me well.  
Flattery will get him anywhere.
	I don't know what possessed me to do it.  Maybe it was a sense 
of loyalty, or friendship, or just plain stupidity.  Ask me in a few 
years, and I may have an answer for you.  "All right.  I'll do it.  
Now what is it that I'm suppose to do?"
	He picked something up from the desk, and palmed it before I 
could determine what it was.  "We need you to deliver something to 
Babylon 5."  Aye, there's the rub.  Babylon 5 is closed.  "Your 
contact will meet you in the section known as down below."
	"How will I know my contact?"
	"Don't worry about that.  They will know you."  He placed 
his hands on my arms, and turned me around.  I felt something slip 
into the bun in my hair, he released me and I turned back to him.
	"And the pass phrase that my contact will give me."
	"Go ahead."  That was the permission I was waiting for.  
I stared briefly into his eyes, and was rewarded with the phrase.
*****
Well is it worth continuing?

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