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before, right after she moved to Washington. She loved the local arts and craft items that could be found among the numerous vendors. She would treat herself to a day of relaxing away from the eyes of the Snake gang members before heading home to her weekend house chores of laundry and cleaning.
     

CHAPTER 9
     
    First thing Monday morning, Claire O’Donnell checked her email for Maggie Cline’s test results. She was happy to see that Dr. Vidortan had been fast in processing the tests. There were no indicators for health concerns, and there did not appear to be any reason why Maggie would have trouble conceiving a child under normal circumstances. Of course, mating with an alien did not, for most people, fall under “normal circumstances.” Some people may consider that quite abnormal . Maggie had no known (at least to human medicine) genetic markers for known diseases or defects. As far as Claire was concerned, this was excellent news. Her immediate task was to contact the ambassador for the Nordonians.
    Using her laptop, Claire contacted the starship using the Voice Over program set up by the Nordonians. She let the communications officer know she would like to speak with the ambassador as soon as possible. A couple of hours later, Claire heard the door at the back of the office open and close. In walked Ambassador Pacer and another Nordonian in a similar uniform.
    “Good morning, Claire, I would like to introduce you to Daxon of the Flame clan, our Security Chief aboard the Starrays .”
    “Hello,” said Daxon. The male had a clan tattoo of stylized flames surrounding his blue-and-green mottled skull. The tattoo wrapped around the back and sides of his head with a large center flame coming across the top of his head to the center of his scalp.
    “Nice to meet you, Daxon,” said Claire. She was impressed with this new alien’s size; he was larger than even the ambassador. He wore what Claire recognized as a traditional Nordonian uniform—a black long-sleeved shirt covered by a tunic, with black pants and boots. She recalled that the red of the tunic indicated Security; the ambassador’s blue tunic indicated he was part of the Administrative personnel.
    “Ambassador, I have Ms. Cline’s results back if you would like to go over them,” said Claire as she waved to the chairs in front of her desk. “May I get either of you something to drink before we sit?”
    “No, thank you, we are fine. Go ahead and report on the tests results,” said the ambassador as he and the Security Chief took their seats. The very formal ambassador never was one for small talk, thought Claire. Still, she enjoyed his deep voice and formal speech patterns. Whatever language program the government used to teach the Nordonians English should be updated to a less formal English, thought Claire.
    “Well, the medical tests show her to be a completely healthy woman in all aspects. There were no red flags for any genetic abnormalities or illnesses. Her personality test scores were all above the sixtieth percentile, indicating she handles most things in life with calm and decisiveness. I would have to agree with that considering the amount of fear she is living with at the moment.”
    “At the moment?” asked Daxon.
    “Yes, she is living under quite a bit of stress right now since she witnessed the murder of a store clerk. The gang that the shooter is associated with has been keeping a close eye on her. She has experienced a couple of acts of intimidation, but appears to be handling it pretty well, all things considered. In fact, that is one reason she contacted IMS; the flyer she received mentioned that the interested parties would need to be willing to relocate.”
    “So, her sole reason for contacting you was seeking help in moving?” asked the ambassador with a frown. “We are not a moving company; we are looking for viable women to help us continue our race.”
    “Of course, Ambassador. It was not the sole reason she contacted