<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div dir="ltr">Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express</div><div dir="ltr">Day:03</div><div dir="ltr">Stardate: 2445:12:03</div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">(Uss Exeter - holodeck 3 COO Ensign (sg) Paul Sleeford 00:25)</div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">The thing on the dais spoke ina mocking tone that grated on Sleeford’s nerves.</div><div dir="ltr"><br><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;">“How bold and defiant of you, choosing death. But I never thought you were a coward. She told me all about you. You were her world, but I showed her something better."</div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;">(reply Ire)<br><br>"See the thing is, how could I pull this off all on my own. Green, well this body gave me access to the lab, Thorn and Bult were muscle, but my third accomplice. She was there for pleasure and fun. She knew all the codes, had your trust, and got me into places I couldn't go."</div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;">Shaking his head Sleeford sighed, it was playing with them, toying like the old farm cats did with the barn mice.</div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;">"Come on out sweetie. It's time to say hello. They should know who the great betrayer is."</div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;">At that moment Greta Smith came out from behind the throne. Her hair pulled back into a ponytail, she was wearing black eye shadow and black lipstick, dressed like a femme fatale. An almost angry, soulless look in her eyes, Greta regarded each of the prisoners as she walked to the front of the throne. No emotion on her face, she looked at "Maxine" and nodded, not saying a word.</div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;">"Maxine" Beckoned Greta over to her, and Greta sat in her lap, draping an arm behind "Maxine's" neck, and the kissed he on the cheek. </div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;">"Good girl Greta, Good girl. Are you ready?"</div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;">"Ready, definitely. This has been a long time coming for some. "</div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;">"Good. See Ire, you chose death, so my death trap is this, a fight to the death versus your betrothed. She is playing for keeps, will you."</div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;">(reply Ire, any)</div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;">"Greta, be a good dear and kill him."<br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Nodding at "Maxine ", Greta stood and faced Ire. Regarding him for a moment, she smirked,</span><span class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"> "Ire, poor sweet loyal Ire."</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;">Greta then grabbed two daggers from the side of the throne and began walking towards Ire. As soon as she was a certain distance from the throne a forcefield was erected behind her, sepearating Greta from "Maxine". In reality separating Ire from "Maxine."</div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;">Watching as “ Greta” walked down from the Dias, Sleeford saw the field flash up behind her, raising his eyebrows in surprise he smiled.</div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;">~ Interesting. She’s afraid she won’t win. ~</div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;">The thing that was Greta spoke in the same mocking tones as “Maxine” </div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;">. "I Never really loved you. I just wanted you to know that, before I kill you. I was using you to get what I wanted. But turns out, your career is going nowhere, should have hitched my wagon to Ravok or Trip. Oh well, at least the sex was good. But I've found a different horse to back. So I guess this means we're through.”</div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;">~Oh that’s evil, so that’s her rules is it~</div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;">Shaking his head Sleeford shouted</div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"> </div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;">“IRE THAT’S NOT GRETA, YOU KNOW SHE LOVES YOU”</div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;">(Reply any)</div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;">(Posted by Alistair)</div><div class="gmail_default" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: georgia, serif;"><br></div><div dir="ltr">Sent from my iPhone</div></div></body></html>