Ensign Roy Bancroft - Welcome to Miami (Bienvenidos a Miami)

[Carter Schimpff]

(( Holodeck 2 - USS Artemis-A ))

(( Miami Bay - Earth, 1984 ))

The twin inboard engines of the cigarette boat roared as it knifed through the darkening bay, throwing up wings of white spray that caught the dying sun in a burst of gold. Miami’s skyline burned neon in the distance – hot pink, electric blue, the steady pulse of the city beating against the horizon.

Cole at the helm. Pastel blazer. Sleeves rolled to the elbows. Aviators locked forward. Not a hair out of place in the wind.

Bancroft riding shotgun. Linen shirt open to the third button. Hands braced on the console. Jaw set.

Neither of them moved.

Neither of them smiled.

The boat kept flying. The city kept glowing. The soundtrack, if there had been one, would have been pure synth and adrenaline.

A long beat. The waves hammered. The skyline shimmered.

Bancroft: ::deadpan, without turning his head:: I can’t see $&%# through these sunglasses.

He slid them off, tipping the lenses toward the skyline as if checking for defects. The wind and spray immediately conspired against him, whipping the sunglasses clean from his grip and cartwheeling them into their wake.

Cole: Response

Bancroft: ::nodding once:: Quite right. Computer? … Shades.

A new pair of aviators shimmered into place directly on his face, the lenses catching the last light of the bay as though they’d always been there.

Bancroft: ::leaning into the wind, resetting into ‘cool mode’:: Initiate Operation: Look Effortlessly Dangerous.

An errant pelican swooped across their bow – far too close – forcing Roy to duck with all the grace of a man avoiding low-hanging laundry. 

Cole: Response

TAG/TBC!

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Ensign Roy Bancroft
Medical Officer
USS Artemis-A

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