EXETERRPG: (02 23:09, 23:12) COO Ensign (sg) Paul Sleeford

[Paul Sleeford]

Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express

Day:02

Stardate: 2445:12:02


*(NRPG - As a character Sleeford doesn't know the facts about the death,
this is his speculations)*


(USS Exeter - Personal Quarters COO Ensign (sg) Paul Sleeford 23:08)


Sleeford was heading out of his quarters, after arranging a meeting with
the main suspects, the thoughts had finally came together in an unjumbled
manner in the past hour. as he reached the his comms badge vibrated against
his chest.

"Cortez to Sleeford. "



Tapping his badge as the door opened, "Sleeford go ahead Lieutenant"



"Firstly, this has been a long day so forgive the shortness of my response.
What could possibly be so important? There’s a crisis in my department
right now and I really should be focusing on that."


Hearing the tone, he knew that like him Cortez had reached the end of her
limits, if like him she'd be stressed, worried and damn right annoyed.



"Lieutenant I know it's been a long day, I've had just the same shit, as
for the problem in Science, its and unauthorised weapons fire. Security
will be over it like a rash, you'll be in the way"



Rolling her eyes, Erin sighed, " Look, I'll be there just don't expect
anything spectacular. Cortez out."


Shaking his head Sleeford entered the lift and started to make his way to
deck nine, as it arrived he walked out and walked towards the bar. As his
hand made contact with the door handle his badge vibrated again.


“Ensign, if we are going to have this meeting, we had better do it now.
I’ve just been told that they might be sealing us down. From what i can
gather, it’s going to be soon so i suggest we meet now. Deck one,
observation lounge. I’ll contact the others.”



"Understood, I'll come up from deck nine"


“Understood, Cortez out.”


(USS Exeter - Deck one - Observation lounge - COO Ensign (sg) Paul Sleeford)


Walking into the lounge he saw, Cortez, Williams and Dudois already sitting
there, looking round he saw More was not present, raising his eyebrows, he
shrugged and walked to the table."


"Okay thank you all for coming, I know it's late, I know we've all had a
shitty day. Trust me I know that full well. I also know that we're probably
breaking several rules, by meeting, but to be honest I think we need to."


(Replys any)


Sitting down Sleeford composed his thoughts, "Okay I'm going to ask what
might seem like a stupid question, please bear with me if you could. Have
any of you been asked what seemed like stupid, daft question today,
something personal to you?"


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Placing his hands together locking his fingers , Sleeford nodded as each
spoke, the last of the puzzle had now fallen into place.


"Okay thank you. I've been wondering all day, how the killer got in to a
locked room. It hit me during the alarm less then a hour ago. We've all be
asked personal questions that are relevant to us and us only. Now this is
just speculation, but please hear me out."


Taking a breath Sleeford continued, "We've recently left the Gamma
quadrant, we've had a stop over at DS9, what to say we didn't pick
something up, something nasty. Tyko comes on board on Station Freedom,
within 24 hours he's dead. The only common thread is us. So unless one of
us is a very good liar, then I think there's a changeling on board, it
would explain how they got in the room."


(Replies all or any)


(replies Williams, Cortez, Dubios)


(Posted by Alistair)
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