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--></style></head><body lang=EN-US style='word-wrap:break-word'><div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal>Mission: Lights, Camera….Action?</p><p class=MsoNormal>Day: 1</p><p class=MsoNormal>Stardate: 2446.01.01/2025.06.30</p><p class=MsoNormal> </p><p class=MsoNormal>(Toronto, Canada - Anna & Sarah’s Appartment – 2O/CEO, Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek / Anna Hegilsdottir – 1220)</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>The ride back had been tense but mostly quiet.</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“Where’d you learn to do that?” Sarah asked as they walked in the door.</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“A whole season of stunt work, I guess, ” Keira lied shrugging her shoulders. “Seemed like the right thing to do.”</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“Well, however you managed it…” Sarah began as Keira looked at Anna’s phone. The indicator was blinking that something had arrived for her.</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>~Lathuel!~ She happily thought as she opened the program. It was not Ravok but someone else.</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“Sarah who is Mister Banowsky?” Keira asked.</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“Producer of Star Trek: Exeter. Pay is all automatic and electronic now, but if there was someone physically signing a check like in the old days he would be one of the people that could do that.” Sarah explained. “Why?”</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“So, he’s my boss?” Keira asked. ~That’s how commerce works, right?~</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“Actually, he’s both our bosses, why?”</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“He sent me a text.” ~Not the person I was wanting to contact me, thanks.~</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“Are you in trouble? Did he not like the publicity?” Sarah asked, “If I have to go in on <i>our day off, </i>I will not be happy.”</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“I haven’t read it.” Keira said.</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“Don’t keep me in suspense, woman! Read it!” Sarah said and put the two bottles, one merlot and one nicer bottle of vodka. She went digging around in a drawer for a cork screw.</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Keira did as asked and opened the short document. “Says something about the police wanting a statement. That they aren’t angry and everyone all around is confused on why I ran.”</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“Why did we run?” Sarah asked now pondering the question herself.</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“Seemed like the thing to do.” Keira said. “It also gives us the number to contact the detective involved with the case, they want to talk to you too and that if we don’t call the police that I can’t go to work tomorrow.”</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“As one of the lawyers that works for the studio, it is my professional advice that you do so, before they get a subpoena and make you.” Sarah admitted, wondering herself why she didn’t insist on them staying.</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“Okay.” Keira said and painstakingly dialed the number. </p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“We can hit two birds with one stone if you put it on speaker.” Sarah suggested.</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>=^= RRRRRRRing.=^=</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Keira was used to the instant connections of the 25<sup>th</sup> century communications.</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>=^= Toronto Police Department, this is Officer La Rue, how can I help you? =^=</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“May I speak to Detective O’Toole?” Keira asked.</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>=^= May I ask who’s calling? =^=</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“This is K..Anna Hegilsdottir, I was told he wanted to speak with me.”</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>=^= I’ll transfer you… wait, you’re the woman. The one that stopped that robbery. =^=</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“Y-yes, that was me.” Keira said.</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>=^= Before I transfer you, can you tell me one thing? =^=</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“I guess.” Keira answered trepidatiously.</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>=^= What did it feel like to whack that SOB?=^=</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“Pretty good, I guess.” Keira said sheepishly.</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>=^= Ha, Ha! Yeah. =^= La Rue said. =^= Crap O’Toole wants to talk to you now, transferring.=^=</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Silence. A brief moment went by and the line picked up again. </p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>(Reply Det. O’Toole)</p><p class=MsoNormal>(posted by Todd)</p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“<span style='color:black'>The only way to defeat fear is to tell it 'No'." No - we will not take shortcuts on the path to righteousness. No - we will not break the rules that protect us from our basest instincts. No - we will not allow desperation to destroy moral authority.” - Michael Burnham, Star Trek: Discovery</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>“No, I’m from Iowa, I only work in outer space.” – Adm. James T. Kirk, “Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home”<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>Todd Holladay<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal>SGT, IA ARNG (Retired)<o:p></o:p></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p></div><div id="DAB4FAD8-2DD7-40BB-A1B8-4E2AA1F9FDF2"><br />
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