<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div dir="ltr"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express</span><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.9872; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; font-style: normal;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">Day: 2</font></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.9872; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; font-style: normal;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">Stardate: 2445.12.02</font></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.9872; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; font-style: normal;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"> </font></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.9872; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; font-style: normal;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">(USS Exeter – Sickbay - Tac/Sec Ens.(Sg) Stan More - 23:41 )</font></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.9872; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="font-style: normal;"><br></span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.9872; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-style: normal;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">Stan was becoming more worried as he listened to Wakeman.Especially after his recent talk with T’Kel.</font></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.9872; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 14.666666984558105px; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.9872; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Lora, serif; font-size: 14.666666984558105px; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Lana looked up, her face puzzled, her voice demure and deferring. “Now let me think. It was so strange. Now you’ve asked I can.” Her brow furrowed. “Something like… ‘Incompetant, have i got to do it all myself?’ Which was a bit upsetting at the time, because I thought that she was talking about me...Now though…” She looked at T’Kel.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.9872; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-style: normal;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><br></font></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.9872; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">“ I see....” Stan looked towards K’Kel. His mind working things over. One phrase kept rolling around in his head.</span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.9872; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">~ she made us~ Could Green be she? </span></font><span style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; font-style: normal;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">“It’s exactly how she said it, word for word. It was mumbled so I couldn’t tell a tone, you know. I guess I put it out of my mind because it upset me a bit at first.”</font></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">“ So she was not herself? “ Stan asked gently </span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; font-style: normal;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">“Oh deary me…” Lana covered her mouth. “You think she had something to do with all this, don’t you…” she dabbed at her eyes, and waved a hand in front of her face.</font></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; font-style: normal;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><br></font></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; font-style: normal;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3">Stan could see she was upset.He guided her over to a free bio bed.</font></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">“ Have a wee sit down here on this bio bed lassie. Don’t yer worry. I am sure there is a perfectly good explanation.” He gently told her.</span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Then Stan moved away. Making sure he was out of ear shot. He tapped his comm badge.</span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">“ More to Ensigns Nash and Hall. Code yellow in sickbay. But no phaser rifles.” More said.</span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">He then asked a medic for three hypo sprays filled with a powerful knockout solution. Once they arrived he gave them a hypo spray. Then told them to hide themselves.</span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">“ Ensign Green has just become a person of interest. I am going to try and lure them here. If this works and she shows the slightest signs of violence. Hit her with a hypo. But only one.” Stan said</span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">“ Why can’t we just phaser stun her?” Nash asked</span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">“ To many innocent people around. We don’t want collateral damage.” Stan said</span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">“ Then why don’t we leave sickbay and use a safer location?” Hall asked</span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">“ We can make use of the quarantine force field. Once she is strapped down and behind one. There’s nay way she’ll escape.” He said</span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Once they were hidden. Stan walked back to Wakeman.</span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">“ Now lassie. I need yer help. Could you convince your friend Ensign Green to come down here to Sickbay please ?” He asked.</span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">( Reply , Wakeman )</span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size: 14.666666984558105px; white-space: pre-wrap;">( Reply , Wakeman )</span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size: 14.666666984558105px; white-space: pre-wrap;">( Posted by Norman 🐼 )</span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.656; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size: 14.666666984558105px; white-space: pre-wrap;">“ Never trust anything. If it can think for itself. If you cannot see where it keeps it brains!” :- J K Rowling</span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.9872; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="font-style: normal;"><br></span></font></p><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="font-style: normal;"><br></span></font><div dir="ltr"><font face="Times New Roman" size="3"><span style="font-style: normal;">Sent from my iPhone</span></font></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></body></html>