He turned back—there was a scene of bustling activity in the control hall. It seemed that work at Stargate Port had increased several times over in the past few months, with staff coming and going to relay changing data and documents. Occasionally, the channel was filled with conversations in Chinese, English, French, and occasionally a word or two in Russian.
Clamor and chaos.
He saw the automatic door slide open to the sides, and his assistant walked in from behind the door, briskly heading in his direction.
"Ambassador, there's progress on that staff issue."
Ambassador Liao took the materials from the other's hands, asking: "The 'Snakehead'?"
