<div dir="auto">LOL!<div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">The name is a dead giveaway. Yes I'm a Burn Notice fan. Nicely written as well. :)<br><br><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">Charles Gatling<br>Commanding Officer<br>USS Illuminar<br>NCC 61240<br><br><br> "The light shines brightest amidst the deepest darkness."</div></div></div><br><div class="gmail_quote"><div dir="ltr" class="gmail_attr">On Mon, May 3, 2021, 12:28 AM Al Muir via illuminar-rpg <<a href="mailto:illuminar-rpg@startrekfreedom.com">illuminar-rpg@startrekfreedom.com</a>> wrote:<br></div><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0 0 0 .8ex;border-left:1px #ccc solid;padding-left:1ex">
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<span style="font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;font-size:15px"><font face="Arial">Mission: Death in the Shadows</font></span></p>
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<span style="font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;font-size:15px"><font face="Arial">Day: 1</font></span></p>
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<span style="font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;font-size:15px"><font face="Arial">Stardate: 2446.02.01</font></span></p>
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<span style="font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;font-size:15px"><font face="Arial">(USS Illuminar -- Sickbay -- Deck 5 — SFI- Michael Weston — 1905)</font></span></p>
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<font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:15px;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Operate in the field long enough and you’ll find yourself
</span><span style="background-color:rgb(255,255,255)"><span style="font-size:15px">getting tested by very dangerous people. The more immediate and unexpected the test, the more likely they’re up to serious trouble and the more
likely they’re going to try and kill you. This was never more true than this day. </span></span></font></p>
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<span style="background-color:rgb(255,255,255)"><font face="Calibri,sans-serif" style="font-family:Arial"><span style="font-size:15px">Michael had been burned. He didn’t know how it happened or who had burned him, but his cover
was blown and he was on the run for his life. He had managed to get to the beam up coordinates for his retrieval, but nothing was happening. </span></font><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:15px">I</span><font face="Calibri,sans-serif"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:15px">t
was taking too long. Finally he could feel the tingle of the transporter </span></font><span style="font-size:15px">affect when a voice from behind him screamed out.</span></font></span></p>
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<span><font face="Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="background-color:rgb(255,254,254)"><span style="font-size:15px">“Damn you Michael Weston, I thought you loved me.</span></span></font></span><font face="Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="font-size:15px">”</span></font></p>
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<span><font face="Calibri,sans-serif"><span style="background-color:rgb(255,254,254)"><span style="font-size:15px">Then there was a burning sensation that went through his shoulder as the transporter took hold and fractions
of a second too late.</span></span></font></span></p>
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Weston opened his left eye to see that he was laying in the med bay of a Starfleet vessel. He was surrounded by staff who seemed to be working diligently on something. He realized what they were working on was him. Somewhere in the background of his mind
he heard a voice say, “permission to sooth the patient empathically.” ~Yeah, good luck with that.~ Then another voice saying, “No, don’t sooth emphatically. It’s important that he is as clear minded as possible.”</p>
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~Smart girl.~</p>
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Whenever anyone turned to look at him he would close his eye and let them do their work. He knew this tactic wasn’t going to work very long. But when you’d been in deep cover as long as he had it was difficult to actually trust anyone. Especially on this
case. So he concentrated on keep his breathing shallow and his heart rate elevated. That was usually the first mistake people made. Slowing your breathing would naturally slow your heart rate, unless there was something wrong with you. He wanted to keep
these people believing that there was something wrong with him. The good news was that there actually was something wrong.</p>
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However the doctor in charged seemed to be more adept than the typical space doc, and she was treating the disrupted tissue with speed and efficiency. They won’t be able to tell what caused the injury. The weapon doesn’t actually exist, or shouldn’t. But
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Someone probed the deep tissue damage and Michael couldn’t help but wince, and someone noticed.</p>
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“Ummm… doctor,” a woman’s voice said, “I think the patient is awake.”</p>
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(reply Solice)</p>
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“Where am I?” Michael asked.</p>
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“What’s name, sir,” it must have been a nurse asking.</p>
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“You first,” Weston replied.</p>
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(reply Solice, Verin, any)</p>
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(posted by Al Muir)</p>
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