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--></style></head><body lang=EN-US style='word-wrap:break-word'><div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>Mission: Lights, Camera….Action?</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>Day: 1</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>Stardate: 2446.01.01/2025.06.30</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing> </p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>(Toronto, Canada -Toronto Metro Police Precinct – 2O/CEO, Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek – 1250)</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>Keira looked around the small metropolitan constable’s offices. Several offices ringed a large arrangement of desks on the other side of a large counter top. Her survey of the surroundings was interrupted.</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>"Ah, Miss Hegilsdottir," Detective O'Toole said as he entered the lobby area. "Please follow me." He said as he motioned to follow him into his office.</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>Keira looked over to Sarah who nodded approvingly. Still holding hands they walked through the back of the lobby and through the bullpen. All eyes were on the pair through the entire journey. Keira expected an ambush, all her muscles were tense. It caused her to stand ramrod straight for her quest through the alpha-male quagmire of disorganized desks, haphazardly arranged around. The smell of half eaten snacks packed full of preservatives and stale coffee permeated the air.</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>"Seems you caused quite the excitement earlier today,” he said as he closed the door behind the pair. “We were fortunate you were there to stop the robbery. It could have gotten violent." Detective O'Toole paused. "Well more violent that is."</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>"That was tense for a bit.” Keira admitted as the pair sat down.</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>"You really did a number on that poor chap. Anyways, Where was I, oh yes. Your statement. Now before I begin, there is a Keurig machine, some bottles of water, and some donuts over there if you feel like you need a pick me up," O'Toole then pointed to the table against the wall near the door. "I know, cops and donuts, but hey what can you do."</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>Keira looked over at the offered refreshments. The offered confectionaries introduced an almost too sweet scent into the air. Sweet for sweetness sake. “Do you want something, babe?” Sarah asked. “No thank you.” Keira answered. Sarah grabbed a water bottle but did not open it, instead setting it down on the floor near her feet.</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>"Now than Miss Hegilsdottir, in your own words can you tell me your recollection of the events in question."</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>“Well,” Keira paused. “we realized we were out of booze and wanted to get some for later tonight as it’s my last night before we begin filming.”</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>“Sarah said that she knew a place with more affordable prices…” Keira rambled.</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>(reply O’Toole, IYW)</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>“Right, sorry.” Keira said. “We went in and we were looking through the selection. I had suggested something that Sarah rejected calling it rotgut. While she was looking for a more suitable choice I noticed someone approach from the front.”</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>(Reply O’Toole)</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>“Tallish, taller than us anyway. Pale complexion.” Keira started.</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>(Reply O’Toole)</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>“Definitely Caucasian. He wore dark clothes and he was carrying a green gym bag over his right shoulder,” she elaborated. “Before he entered he pulled a balaclava over his face, presumably to not easily be identified. The first thing he did was pull a gun out and shot the camera, then he cycled the next round into his weapon. I pulled Sarah between the aisles to keep her and me from being seen.”</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>(Reply O’Toole)</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>“He threw his bag at the cashier and told her to fill it, spouting some colorful metaphors. She did as he asked then he said to open the safe. When she told him she couldn’t that she didn’t know the combination, he called her a liar and shot the Juul display above the counter. Then he said something about using the key around her neck that the safe had a mechanical back up.”</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>(Reply O’Toole)</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>“Yes, it was then that I moved toward the counter. Sarah tried to stop me.” Keira said.</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>“Well, babe. That was crazy. How was I supposed to know you were like a freaking superhero?” Sarah said sheepishly.</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>(Reply O’Toole)</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>“The stunt work.” Keira began. ~Elaborate, you read up this morning, use it.~ “With the last season we didn’t know exactly who was going to face the cult leader, the writers hadn’t written it until later in the season. So they prepared for most of the main cast, certainly most of the department heads to be able to do it. Well, all but Trip. He was the heavy favorite early on because of Tristan’s background in professional wrestling, so he didn’t need to do any prep beyond what he was already doing. Ire’s actor got to use that training in the season finale, I hadn’t until today.”</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>(Reply O’Toole)</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>“I advanced then because I remember the first shot he had to cycle the weapon before he could fire the next shot, he hadn’t done that yet because he was distracted by the cashier when she employed a ruse to save her job.”</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>(Reply O’Toole)</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>“Exactly.” Keira confirmed. “I charged forward and smashed him into the counter to knock the wind out of him, and catch him off guard, you don’t feel like moving when you get the wind knocked out of you. Then I pulled on his arm to try and cause enough pain to get him to drop the weapon and it worked. Then I used what was going to be a flashy finisher for the cult leader. I think it was a judo or aikido move…. I’m not sure.” ~True enough, the move is Star Fleet hand to hand training which was derived from Judo, Aikido, Jiu Jitsu…~</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>(Reply O’Toole)</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>“I picked up the gun and cycled it myself. I didn’t plan on shooting him, but I figured the threat of it would keep him from causing any more trouble.” Keira answered.</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>(Reply O’Toole)</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing>(Posted by Todd)</p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><o:p> </o:p></p><p class=MsoNoSpacing><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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