Shuttle Interior
During the trip, Marcus explained to Bryn why there were now two of him. Of course, he left out the parts that involved the Eucharis being stolen. Still, it was no secret that the ship had been under heavy fire, and he was planning on making a clone for the business, anyway. So, it wasn't unreasonable that he'd been created early to help with the emergency.
Once they crossed over into the familiar universe, Marcus let Bryn do the talking until he needed to. Had it not been for the dying man they were escorting, Marcus would have been amused at the precautions being taken. He knew, full well, that if someone wanted to shoot them out of the sky, none of those protective measures would do any amount of good. Thankfully, they were now on his turf. The pouch containing the small control panel was still on him. He flicked a switch on it and sent a transmission.
"Equilibrium, transmission code 5A729. VP fitness on a return trip. We have an ambulatory patient code M3. En route to base planet now." Marcus looked over at Candon and translated, being quite certain the codes would make him suspicious. "I gave them my authorization code and told them what type of treatment the other Marcus will need."
A few seconds later, the speaker came to life as a woman on the other end answered back.
"Copy, Mr. Rodia. Proceed to Port Silver, dock 52B. Medical escort will meet you when you arrive. Welcome home, sir."
Marcus visibly cringed at the last phrase before responding back, again. "Thank you, Sabrina. Please contact the deli and inform Katarina of our arrival. Also, tell the Galacom reps I'll be meeting with them in the morning."
"Anything else, sir?"
"No. Thank you."
"You're welcome, sir. See you when you get here."
Marcus slid up to the front of the shuttle to speak more easily with Bryn, looking at the control panel for the exact location. "Latitude and Longitude are north 41 degrees 10 feet, west 112 degrees 35 feet. Same city where you picked me up but a little to the west is a large space port. Dock 52B. And don't worry about having to pick us up. I have to make sure treatment gets started on him, and there are several people who will need to know happened. Then, there's the process of resupplying, and I'm sure these guys are going to want to see at least something out of their normal experience while we're here. We'll probably be a couple days. I can arrange transport back." He didn't bother telling her that when he said "transport" back, he meant it. Either way, they'd get back.