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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Mission: Death in the Shadows</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Day 5</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Stardate: 2446.02.05</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">(USS Illuminar - Deck 4 - Sickbay - SFI Michael Weston, ME Mason Quincy - 0155)</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Michael stepped into sickbay and immediately knew something was wrong. He had been quite pleased that he may have found something that may lead him to the Roanoke infiltrators. But the flow
of activity said something else was wrong, and he wasn’t seeing Quinna. He stopped a passing MedTech.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“What’s going on?” he asked.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“Something to do with Dr. Solice,” Anson Williams replied. “I don’t have all the details yet, but she did something with the prisoner and now she’s in some sort of a coma.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Weston headed over to where the group of people were hovering over a bio-bed and tried to push his way thought. ~What the hell did she try and do?~</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Mason was notified about the body in sickbay. He had come in to collect Sanchez’s body when he saw the commotion. He stood watch over her. Last thing he wanted to do was tell her brother
about her death. Something felt off as he noticed the non-medical person staring in the background. Mason moved to the man, “Look, now is not a good time, man.” </span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Weston scowled at the man trying to get rid of him. </span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“And who, exactly, are you?” he asked. “There is no such thing as a “good time” for something like this. What happened?</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“The doctor almost died, so if you need help, you will have to use the EMH. Look, I need to get back to her.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Mason started to move away. The number of people was dwindling down.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“She almost what?!” he said as the man, who may or may not have been a doctor, pushed him away and went back to the table. </span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Weston moved away and wondered how far his new authority on the ship would take him. </span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“Activate EMH,” he called out. </span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“Please state the nature of the medical emergency.” The EMH responded as he appeared.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Mason moved next to Quinna, he was ready to protect her from the Lunatic that was in sickbay. He almost called security but did not want to jump the gun.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“What is the nature of Dr. Solice’s condition?” Weston asked, surprised that he had access to the EMH, but gratified. </span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“Well…” The EMH started.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“Whoa.” Mason started. “Computer Deactivate the EMH.” Mason turned back to Michael, “Who are you to ask about the Doctor’s condition?” Mason started to get angry.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“Well you did just tell me that if I needed help to ask the EMH,” Weston said. “So I was just following your suggestion. Who are you?”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“I am the man performing your Autopsy if you do not leave Quinna alone. She is not your concern.” Mason then reached for his combadge. “Quincy to security. You are needed in sickbay.” </span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Weston had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. ~Surely we’re not going to have to go through this again.~ He thought to himself. </span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“Wait a minute,” Weston suddenly recognized the name. “Quincy? Mason Quincy? You are the medical examiner on the Illuminar?”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Yeah, so, you are still not going near, Dr. Solice.” Mason at this point did not care who the man was. There were too many weird things happening and Mason was not going to let Quinna be the
next victim.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“I am Michael Weston,” he said, offering a hand. “Quinna and I are… friends.” Now was not the time for clarifying relationships. “I had come in to see her about something. I’m really just
concerned about her. How did she get hurt?” </span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Mason thought for a moment. He had heard the rumor about Michael. He then remembered a few days earlier.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“Well, if you want to know. She was actually dead for about 3 minutes.” Mason said. </span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“Rumor has it she did something very stupid, alone.” Mason started, “Not sure if that was the cause of this.” Mason provided.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“Dead for 3 minutes,” he said more to himself than to confirm what he’d told. Wrapping his mind around the possibilities of such an event and how long before permanent brain damage occurred.
He shook his head. </span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“Doing something stupid isn’t usually her style, is it Doc?” he asked Quincy. </span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“She has not been herself lately. She has not left sickbay since the night the Captain was stabbed. But then you would know. You have been here. I remember you being here.” Mason said
as things started to fall into place.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Weston nodded, “Oh yes, I was here.” He looked over at the group around the bed, blocking his view of Quinna. “She had helped when I’d been injured the day before. And the day after. Apparently
she feels responsible for me.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">He smiled at the ME. “So what is she to you Doc?” He asked. “You have more than a passing interest or you wouldn’t be so emotionally involved.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“I am her brother, now who are you, again?” Mason used a toned down defensive tone.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“Like I said,” Michael said calmly, “I am Quinna’s friend.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“Sure you are.’ Mason said as the alarm went off. </span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Quinna’s body started to convulse and her blood pressure started to elevate. Whatever Mason was about to do suddenly changed.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Mason moved to Quinna’s side “ Oh, no,no,no. Quinna…” </span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Michael moved closer to the bio-bed to observe what was going on. He tried to stay out of the way, to avoid any entanglements, after all, medicine was not his… forte. However his concern
for Quinna overrode all his common sense.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Mason turned and saw Michael, “I need you to hold her.. Make sure she does not fall off the biobed.” Mason moved to the medicine locker and pulled a hypospray. He then programmed the device
to administer medicine to lower her blood pressure. </span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Weston moved quickly to Quinna’s side, putting hand on her shoulder and reached across to hold her opposite hip. The position brought his face inches from her. At this proximity he could
feel her labored breath on his cheek. He turned to look at her face, fighting the urge to touch it. </span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“Come on Quinna,” he whispered, “stay with me. We’ve got a lot to do before either of us shrug of these mortal coils. There is fire in every one of your kisses.” (There you have it- Mam
Mia 2)</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Mason heard his word and got the answer he wanted. He administered the meds and after a few minutes her blood pressure lowered and calmed. “Thanks, Man.” </span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">As Michael released his hold on Quinna’s shoulder he lightly stroked her cheek. “Knowing me,” he whispered in her ear, “knowing you.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">He turned to Quincy and said, “It’s the best I can do. Like I said, we’re friends. And I don’t just throw the f word around like that.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“Look, I should go put this in her med record. I also want to do a neuro autopsy on my dead friend. Perhaps you can sit with her, and talk to her. She could use a familiar face when she
wakes.” Mason now had a more trusting demure with Michael.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Weston smiled and nodded, “It would be my pleasure.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">He watched as Mason walked away. He pulled a chair over to the now resting Quinna and sat at her head. He rested his hand on her forehead, stroking it gently with his thumb. He was silent
for a moment then just started talking.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“You know we’re going to have to do something special when you wake up. Maybe an actual dinner. What the hell did you do to yourself? “Something stupid” your brother said. Why don’t I find
that hard to believe?” He smiled then continued. “I need you to wake up. I have something and I need your help with it. I don’t want to bring anyone else in on this. I don’t want to put anyone else in danger. I hope this,” he indicated to her current
position, “isn’t because of something you tried to do for me.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">He paused and moved his hands to hold her left hand. With a sigh he knew what he needed to do. Apparently it was going to be a family affair. He kissed her hand and put it down gently on
the bed. </span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“I have to talk to your brother for a minute,” he said, and then got up and moved over to where Quincy was.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“Hey Doc,” he said, getting his attention, “I have a question for you.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“Yeah?” Mason turned and looked at Michael. “What’s that?’</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">He took a deep breath, and plowed forward. “I’ve found something, and I need to know who has touched this. Can you do a DNA scan on the surface of it and determine the identity of anyone
that has held it?”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“I could.” Mason held out his hand to take the device, “I can take it to my lab.” Mason then pulled his hand away, “Does this have anything to do with why Quinna is in that biobed?”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Michael shook his head, “To be honest, I don’t know. I hope not, but you did say she did something stupid so that makes me worried. However, this is a sensitive matter, and before you get
involved you should know that if anyone knows you’ve helped me, it could prove to be a danger. If you’re not comfortable with that I understand. But hopefully this will get me closer to the people that were involved in the assault on the CO.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“I can scan it and send the results directly to you. I will not read anything but I am doing it for her.” Mason pointed in Quinna’s direction. “If you want to come with me then fine, but
…” Mason just turned, “Let’s go.” He was scared to leave her alone. Someone needed to be with her as she was not in stable condition.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Holding the PADD he followed Quincy into a small room clearly used for analyzing medical items. Weston closed the door and pulled out a small pyramid. He twisted the top and it began to hum
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“This will prevent anyone from eavesdropping,” Weston said. “Not quite the cone of silence but close enough.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Then he put the PADD on a counter, stepped back and waited for the ME to do his magic. </span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Mason took the PADD and placed it on a Mass Spectrometer. As he let the computer do it’s thing, Mason inputted the parameters of the search and had it exclude both Michael and his own DNA
signatures. While the machine was doing its job, Mason asked with his back to Michael, “I heard you were making out with my BroSis last night.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">The sudden forwardness of Quincy was a bit surprising to Michael. And the fact that he had such information. “BroSis? That’s an unusual designation,” he said, trying to divert Quincy’s attention. </span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“Yea, it is a made up thing. Her brother is married to my sister. She is my Brother in Law's sister.” Mason did a quick explanation but then went back to his original statement, “So were
you making out with her or not?”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Weston’s eyes narrowed, still not answering directly. “How did you come upon this information?”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“Is that a yes or a no,” Mason asked. Mason had a look of disappointment as the mass spectrometer dinged with the results. Mason pulled a clean PADD from the drawer and downloaded the information.
Mason did not care what it said. He handed both to Michael.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Michael took the PADD and the report. He looked at the paper, but said nothing. “Thank you Doctor Quincy,” said, then turned to leave. Then he turned back. “Quinna and I spent some time together
last night, for a picnic and a view of the stars. I enjoyed her company, and I hope, and think, she enjoyed mine. If you need more information than that then you can ask your … BroSis?… when she wakes up.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“You just told me all I wanted to know.” Mason bluffed and it paid off. </span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Weston shook his head as he left. He wondered what it was about these Illuminar people, as they fish for information. He stopped by Quinna’s bed on his way out. </span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">“I’ve got work to do,” he told her and kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll see you soon.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-weight: 400">Then he left sickbay. </span></p>
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