"Okay." Kerry nodded agreeably. "So this is where they normally put the cruise liners? Where the passengers get on? Because one of the things we're supposed to do is make it so they can check the passengers onboard while they're in the waiting area."
Agnes brightened. "Well, that'll work great then. Yeah." She led the way over to one side of the room. "Over here is where we usually put the boarding agents, and in here is a small office I guess you guys could use. Otherwise, it's pretty open."
Kerry peered into the tiny room, which bore the scars of many years of administrative use. It was grungy, but it had a lockable door, and--she peered under an overturned table--wall jacks. "Okay." She sighed. "Is there a telecommunication closet?"
"Around the back here." Agnes led her through two sliding doors, and they entered a stifling hot interior garage. "This is where they put the luggage," she explained, "so customs can get to it."
"Ah." Kerry grunted.
Agnes opened a closet at the back of the garage and they peered in. On the back wall was a punch down block, and the rest of the room was ringed with power panels. There was one black case on the wall near the door, however, that looked a little familiar. Kerry unlatched it and folded the door open, spotting the mounting hardware inside for a network switch. "Ah."
"That's for the wiring in the building, but you'd have to put your own equipment in there," Agnes said. "Now, the problem is, as I told you, we won't know which ship is going into which pier until they get here."
Kerry closed the switch case. "Why? I mean, you know they're coming, why not just assign them?"
"Wish we could." Agnes waited for Kerry to leave the closet, and then she closed the door. They walked back toward the main building. "But the port won't, since they've never seen these, and they don't trust the specs we were given. The draft or how deep the hulls are below the waterline is really important because the piers vary."
"Uh huh." Kerry could understand that since she knew what a draft was, and knew there were places in some of the smaller islands she and Dar visited that the Dixieland Yankee had trouble getting into because of the draft. "So that'll be..."
"The day they get here. First one that shows up will be assigned, and so on."
Drat, drat, drat. Kerry sighed as she edged through the nonworking doors and back into the air conditioning. "Okay." She put her hands on her hips and studied the space again. "I can't wait until then to drop circuits."
"Yeah." Agnes seemed sympathetic. "I know, the other people that are doing this thing called, and they said the same thing."
"Really? So what are they going to do?" Kerry asked casually.
"Use cellular. Some kind of new process."
Some kind of untested, barely adequate process. Hmm. "Well, I'd use that for one computer, but not for an office." Kerry decided. "Okay, I know what I need to do. Thanks for meeting me down here, Agnes. It's greatly appreciated."
The woman smiled at her. "Absolutely. No problem. Having four ships in here in the summer is a big windfall for the port. We'd be glad to do anything we can to make it good for you."
"Except pre-assign the piers," Kerry said wryly.
"Well..."
"It's okay." Kerry started for the front doors. "We'll manage it somehow."
She bid Agnes goodbye and crossed behind the Agnes' truck toward the small parking lot in front of the pier. Her Lexus sat there in the heat looking very blue and lonely. She slid behind the wheel with a grimace as the hot leather hit the back of her legs. "Ugh."
She started the engine and got the air going, then leaned back and pulled out her PDA. She opened a new message and tapped out a directive, then paused, tapping the stylus on the edge of the device as she thought about what she was doing.
It wasn't really a risk, per se. It was an expense. The question was, should she incur the expense, and accept the cost in order to ensure she had the environment she needed to do the job? Kerry nibbled her lip, counting the days they had left.
Well, she had leverage with Bellsouth. With a slight nod, she sent the message. She put down the PDA then shifting the car into reverse, backed out and drove carefully out of the parking lot
She checked her watch again, then opened her cell phone and hit the speed dial. "Hey, sweetie."
"Hey." Dar's voice sounded relaxed. "Just got out of my meeting with Mariana."
"Aha. How'd it go?" Kerry asked, making the turn onto Biscayne.
"I don't think Telegenics' lawyer likes me."
Kerry chuckled low in her throat. "There's a shocker. Listen, before you tell me more, I'm heading to the Bread Factory. You want a sandwich?"
"Mm, chicken curry," Dar responded instantly. "And that spicy soup if they've got it."
"Okay. Now, what did the lawyer say?? Kerry navigated carefully through the traffic. ?Are they really serious about pressing charges??
"Not anymore."
"Ah, that's good."
"I basically told them since it was off company property, and off company hours, it wasn't a company problem."
Kerry blinked. "Um..."
"And if they wanted to pursue it on a personal basis, I'd welcome a suit that explained why his clients were trying to entice my partner out to convince her what a scumbag I was."
"Ugh." Kerry winced. "Hon, I don't think that's exactly what they were up to."
"Doesn't matter. It was enough to scare him off. Besides, that was the subject matter that made our battling burritos dump the chili bowl, so..." Dar chuckled a little. "Anyway, one less thing to worry about, but listen..."
Uh oh. "Yeah?"
"Maria just told me that Mayte told her that you got an invitation from Quest to a kick off reception at the port this Saturday."
"Just me?" Kerry pulled into the small strip mall that held one of their favorite sandwich shops.
"You and a guest."
"You and me, then." Kerry sat back. "Okay, so here we go again. Can I hope, maybe, that Telegenics will send someone else to do the bid now that it's on?" She got out of the car and headed for the restaurant. "I've just scoped out the port, Dar. It's going to be a pain in the ass working here."
"Uh huh. I figured."
"I'm dropping lines into all four possible spots we could be. I'll just cancel the ones we don't need," Kerry said, holding her breath a little as she waited for her boss's reaction. Dar hated wasting provisioning and she knew it.
"Hmm."
"Two chicken curry on croissants, provolone, nothing else, two spicy soups, one coffee." Kerry told the attendant, still listening to the pensive silence on the other end of the cell. "Hon, I had to. I couldn't risk not having it, and they won't tell us where they're putting the damn things until the last minute."
Dar sighed into the phone. "Yeah. I know. I just--"
"Hate wasting the money." Kerry handed over some cash. "I know."
Dar clucked her tongue a few times. "But you know what? This is your project," she finally said. "So go for it. I've got hacker bees flying around my head like gnats, so that's what I'm going to concentrate on."
Kerry felt uncertain all of a sudden. "Okay," she said slowly. "Are you sure you don't want to..."
"I'm sure." Dar sounded confident. "Kerry, my being involved is only going to make it tough on you, we both know it. In fact, why not take Mark to the reception?"
"Mark?"
"I'm the problem," Dar said.
Kerry frowned. "Can we talk about this later? I need to think about it."
A bit of silence. "Okay," Dar said. "Sure."
"It's not that I don't think you're right..." Kerry said in a rush. "I just...I want to talk to you about it."
"You don't want to take Mark?" Dar hazarded a guess. "If you want, I'll go with you, Ker. I was just trying to make things a little smoother."
"I know." Kerry relaxed a little. "It surprised me, that's all."