<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif" size="4">Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express</font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif" size="4">Day: 02</font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif" size="4">Stardate 2445:12:02</font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif" size="4"><br></font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif" size="4">(USS Exeter - Nine and Dine - COO Ensign (sg) Paul Sleeford -19:55)</font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif" size="4"><br></font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif" size="4">Sleeford sat in Nine and Dine, away from the other diners, keeping his thoughts to himself, his recent conversations with Ensigns Abor and Zot had him thinking the worst, the death of Commander Tyko, to him seemed a bit random, yes the man had been an arrogant SOB, but..., sighing softly Sleeford could still not make sense of it, the breach of the core took planning, someone know, how and when, it wasn't a random quick job, it had to be an inside, one of his own had betrayed the crew and the department.</font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif" size="4"><br></font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif" size="4">. “Merek to Sleeford.”</font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif" size="4"><u></u> <u></u></font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif" size="4">Tapping his badge Sleefors replied, "Sleeford, go ahead Commander"</font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif" size="4"><u></u> <u></u></font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif" size="4">“Ensign, I know it’s late but, I’m going to need your assistance in the Science labs, say 30 minutes?”</font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif" size="4"><u></u> <u></u></font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif" size="4">"Certainly Commander, I'll head down now"</font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif" size="4"><u></u> <u></u></font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif" size="4">“Sounds good, see you then. Merek Out.”</font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif" size="4"><br></font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif" size="4">(USS Exeter - Science labs - COO Ensign (sg) Paul Sleeford 20:12)</font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif" size="4"><br></font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif" size="4">Walking into the science labs looking for Commander Merek, knowing that in the sprawling complex she could be any of the labs.</font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif" size="4">(Reply Merek)</font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif" size="4">(Reply Merek)</font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif" size="4">(Posted by Alistair)</font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif" size="4"><br></font></p><p class="MsoNormal"><font face="tahoma, sans-serif" size="4"><br></font></p></div></div>
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