<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div dir="ltr"><span></span></div><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div dir="ltr"><span></span></div><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div dir="ltr"><span></span></div><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div dir="ltr"><span></span></div><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div dir="ltr"><span></span></div><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div><br></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Day: 2</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Stardate: 2445.12.02</span></p><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br><br></span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">(USS Exeter – Ensign More's Personal Quarters - Tac/Sec Ens.(Sg) Stan More- 11:23 )</span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div dir="ltr">Lillian gave Stan’s hand a nudge. He gave her a scratch behind the ear.</div><div dir="ltr"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div dir="ltr"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">" Ensign More, I was sent here to help you clear your name. I am under direct orders from Lieutenant Ravok to assist you in clearing your name. I was ordered to not disclose that information to you yet I have failed.... The Lieutenant had to remove you from duty according to procedure. "</span></p><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;">“ But in the back of his mind , he thinks I did it.” Stan said bitterly.</p><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">" He was not required to confine you to quarters. You have to look at this from the mind of a Romulan. Lieutenant Ravok fitted you with a tracking device with a direct link to a CN type 2 tracking device. To help ensure that if another murder happened your locations would be logged in a database not connected to the ships main computer. Trust me I know a thing or two about Romulans . Even when their intentions are good they are masked in secrecy. They are hardly ever direct with anything they do." He admitted.</span></p><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;">“ So he wants to help.....” Stan said</p><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">" That's right." Sytuk said as he stepped closer to Stan and lowered the volume of his voice. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">" Lieutenant Ravok wants to help you, but he is bound by duty to not help you directly. He wants me to help you. "</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> Sytuk stopped. He was betraying his orders to remain silent. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">" If we keep our eyes and ears open we can find out who did this." Sytuk said , holding to convince Ensign More.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Now Stan Understood. True he had been an absolute idiot with a capital I. He should never of handed himself in. But now was not the time to dress in a potato sack and walk around wailing. The game was afoot! He clapped his hands and rubbed them.</span></p><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br>“ Ok. Let’s do it. Firstly tell me everything you have so far.” Stan said</span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">( Reply , Sytuk )</span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Stan listened.His little grey cells worked together.</span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“ Ok. Why. Apart from the obvious that Nix was a complete barmpot. Why would anyone wish to harm him?” Stan said</span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">( Reply , Sytuk )</span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“ No. They would of looked into that already. This has to be someone or something from his past. Something that Nix did or didn’t do. That had someone out to end his life...... what do we know about his whereabouts during the occupation?” Stan asked.</span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">( Reply , Sytuk )</span></div><div dir="ltr"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">( Posted by:- Norman 🐼 )</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"></span></p><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“ Never trust anything. That can think for itself. If you cannot see where it keeps its brains.” J.K.Rowling</span></div></div><div dir="ltr"><div><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: arial; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></div><br><div id="AppleMailSignature" dir="ltr">Sent from my iPhone</div></div></div></div></div></div></body></html>