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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express<br>
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Stardate: 2445.12.02<br>
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</span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;color:black">(USS Exeter – Science Labs – Ensign Janice Hammerfield – 2321)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Reaching into his pocket he grabbed a handkerchief and handed it to her. "There really is no telling what was going through his mind. Unfortunately, it looks like now we will never know."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">~I do - The last thing going through it was a phaser set to maximum~ Taking the handkerchief she used a corner and carefully dabbed her eyes one by one before handing it back, “Apparently not...”<br>
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"How well known was it that you were going to scan for the chemicals?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“Everyone who read the latest news broadcast. We wanted everyone to know about it. Also why I had T’kel here with me,” She looked at the table and her tools resisting the urge to tidy them up she looked back,
“We are still good to proceed with it,”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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Trip sighed and the smiled. "On second thought ensign, as much as I would like to enquire more about your plan and strategy and employ it later, I think it best you get a change of scenery. Why don't you head and meet with Lieutenant Corsica in the counseling
offices. At least to help calm the adrenaline a bit. It's not an order, just a suggestion."<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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(reply Trip)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“Understood sir,” she gave a nod knowing that it was probably better she did, “If you don’t need me for anything else ill head there now – maybe let them know im on the way.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">(reply Trip)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Janice had taken a little bit longer to get to the offices than it would normally take her as she planned her route to take paths that weren’t to busy. She didn’t feel like being around particular busy areas.
Walking down the corridors she covered her blood stained uniform as best she could so not to draw any questions from anyone. She opened the doors to the offices and looked for the nearest person, “Im here to see Lieutenant Corsica.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">(reply Corsica)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">(posted by Adam)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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