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After a few minutes, and a brief drive across "Planetary City", they were back near the building they had beamed down in front of. The main PBN administration building.
Tinker's office was large and lush, almost like an apartment with an office area that was backed by a bank of small viewscreens. Each screen showed a different program either being broadcast live over the airwaves, or in the process of being recorded before a live studio audience.
The studio president took a seat behind his massive desk. He pressed a button on a small device on his desk.
"Yes Mr. Tinker?" came the voice of the secretary.
"I'm in here with the alien visitors, see to it that we're not disturbed would you please?"
Tinker turned off the intercom.
"Alright," he folded his hands in front of him on the desktop, "I believe in getting right to business Captain. What questions do you and your people have for me?"