<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"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><div dir="ltr"><span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">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"><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span id="yiv6201762652gmail-m_6202736117194519480yiv3361215256gmail-m_-5438056855596104061yiv5228540879yMail_cursorElementTracker_1611151612687" style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Day: 2</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span id="yiv6201762652gmail-m_6202736117194519480yiv3361215256gmail-m_-5438056855596104061yiv5228540879yMail_cursorElementTracker_1611151616815" style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Stardate: 2445.12.02</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">( USS Exeter - Holosuite - Deck Four - Tac/Sec Ens. ( Sg.) Stan More - <a href="x-apple-data-detectors://0" dir="ltr" x-apple-data-detectors="true" x-apple-data-detectors-type="calendar-event" x-apple-data-detectors-result="0" style="color: currentcolor; text-decoration-color: rgba(128, 128, 128, 0.38);">20:00</a>)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Slowly he ran up the slope of Ben Lomond. The drizzling rain whipped at his face. Matting his dark hair against his head. As Stan ran on higher and higher. His chest began to hurt as he forced more air into his lungs. Thistles the national flower of his homeland cruelly whipped at his legs. As he pushed himself further and further up the hill.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Georgia; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">~ </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Zot tilted his head " Everyone struggles in their way ~</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size: 14.666666984558105px; white-space: pre-wrap;">More stumbled as he ran on. The drizzling rain made the surface slippery. He swore but managed to keep up wright. More was tempted to tell the computer to reduce the weather conditions. But no. He had asked for this highland running route. There were things going on inside his head. He’s recent emotional breakdown. Plus the investigation was not going as he liked. One minute it looked like a clue had been found. Like the computer core had been tampered with, before it was installed.</span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size: 14.666666984558105px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></font></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size: 14.666666984558105px; white-space: pre-wrap;">~ </span></font><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666984558105px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Zot shook his head. " The personnel responsible for the initial calibration and activation of the cores are not currently assigned to this ship. Had there been an error or issue with the programming Starfleet Headquarters would have detected it and launch of the ship would have been delayed until the operational parameters were corrected and up to launch standards " Zot informed hIm ~</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;">Only to find it was a dead end. It was like a juicy red apple was growing on a tree. But no matter how high you climbed. It just got further out of reach. Plus he had lost contact with Sytuk.</p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;">~ Someone knew when Zot was performing his diagnostic. That’s when they tampered with the computer. We traced the problem to a terminal on deck 13.......~ Stan thought</p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;">Slowly he pulled himself to the top of Ben Lomond. The drizzling rain had petered out. To reveal the view below of Loch Lomond itself. He could see a boat being pushed out from the bank. The water of the Loch was dark reflecting the sky above. Stan sat down on a near by rock.</p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;">“ Computer Ensign Stan More packed lunch.” He said.</p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;">A lunch box containing a mature cheddar sandwich with pickle, a juicy apple and a bag of salt and vinegar crisps appeared. With a flask of sugary tea and a mug. Sitting on a gingham cloth.</p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;">( Reply , None )</p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;">( Posted by Norman 🐼 )</p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;">“ Never trust anything that thinks for itself. If you cannot see where it keeps its brains “ :- J . K . Rowling</p><br><div dir="ltr"><br></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br><div dir="ltr">Sent from my iPhone</div></div></div></body></html>