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Mission,: Prelude<br>
Day: 1<br>
Stardate: 2446.03.23<br>
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(Earth, Shadow Pines - Hamptons - SO CPO P'Rah and Dr. Teller)<br>
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P'Rah, who had been sitting quietly drinking the strange brew the
Tamarian gave him, watched as Dr. Solice and Mr. Weston approached. Now
it would be interesting with Ms. Leeza here as well Fireworks perhaps
even. He may have to stay sober, just in case. Draining his glass, he
moved to stand up. <br>
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<span
style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#201f1e;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400">Penn
smiled evilly, “Wasn’t sure if the two of you were going
to make it all the way to the beach.” He turned to Teller and said with
a giggle,
“Sargeant Milton Warden with Karen Holmes, on the beach.”</span></p>
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style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#201f1e;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400">“Nothing
quite that
sordid, Doctor. There is just a little love in the air," Mr. Weston
said. <br>
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"Harry, when he met Sally. Sally at the deli. The old woman at the
deli," Teller responded. <br>
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Stepping out of the shadows, he spoke, "Mr. Weston, Dr. Solice. Hello.
Thank you for the kind invitation." <br>
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Holding his glass out to Teller, "Sir, do you have anything less
strong? I am not sure I could handle another one of those drinks,
delicious as it was."<br>
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Teller smiled and nodded, reaching under the table for a bottle of light
yellow liquid. "Lady Aster and Winston Churchill," he said pouring the
drink, "Willy Wonka to Charlie and Grampa JOe."<br>
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"Thank you, Sir," he said. "I will take my leave now Mr. Weston, unless
you need me for anything?" <br>
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(Reply Weston, Solice, Penn)<br>
(Posted by Tim )<br>
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