EXETERRPG: (02 09:20) COO Ensign (sg) Paul Sleeford)

[Paul Sleeford]

(NRPG - Missed a location stamp so resent)


Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express

Day: 2

Stardate: 2445.12.02



(USS Exeter - Deck 8 - Aft lounge -COO - Ensign (sg) Paul Sleeford 09:20)


Sleeford finished what to him seemed like a long and rambling monologue,
the problem he was throwing around in his mind was no clearer, if anything
it seemed more fuzzy. The actions of some of the crew bothered him, it was
less then nine hours since a man had died, but people still liked to
gossip. Looking across the table as Rylee spoke, he smiled slightly.


“To be honest, Sir, I think everyone feels like that at the moment.
Granted, i am not a suspect but, the fact of the matter is that someone who
we were supposed to be able to keep safe, died on our watch.”

Nodding Sleeford sighed, "That's part of the trouble with me I think, we
failed, as a team, be it security, op, engineering et al, failed and
because of it a man lays in the morgue dead. I just wish I knew what to do
or could do anything."


Rylee smiled softly, “It’s like those old earth mysteries. I had a friend
once. An old sailor who used to tell me tales of the old detectives on
earth. Some true and some fiction. Sometimes it takes a fresh pair of eyes
to look at a problem without any extraneous issues, any connections with
the situation.”

Laughing out loud for the first time since he woke Sleeford shook his head.


"If a small Belgium man with a neatly trimmed tash walked in and started
talking to people and calling everyone Mon Amie, I would not be at all
surprised. I fact, if Hercule Poirot want to come in and help solve this
case i'd be greatful."

“I should get ready for my duty shift. But, Sir, if i may speak freely?”

Nodding, "Always. If any of the team need to talk I'm open."

“I know that you are my boss. I get there has to be a level of professional
distance but if you ever need to bounce ideas or even just to talk, I’m
always there. Although Ensign Zot would say i can talk for the universe
sometimes.” she winked.

Laughing Sleeford nodded once again, "Rylee you may regret that offer one
day, but thank you. Now off you go, I hear your boss is a real dragon and a
stickler for punctuality. Go on and thank you for listening"


Sitting there for a long while after Rylee had left Sleeford stared at the
wall opposite for a long time, the niggle he had was worse, the something
not right, still bugged him. Standing he grabbed the mug and walked over to
the replicator, placing the mug on the platform he recycled it, walking
past the other occupants of the lounge , ignoring the stares and whispers.


(USS Exeter - Deck 9 Nine and Dine -COO - Ensign (sg) Paul Sleeford 09:25)


Walking towards the turbo lift to go on duty Sleeford paused in the open
doorway, sighing he stepped out and headed to closest stairwell he walked
down to deck nine and towards nine and dine. Walking in he could see the
place had been 'ransacked' failing that people left in a hurry, walking to
the bar he sat on a stool and crossed his arms on the counter. Looking up
and down the bar he  called out.



"Service"


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