Private First Class Thomas O'Reilly - Darn we lost h….oh wait.
Toxin Arlill
(( Staff Only Area, Deep Space 14 ))
While Teddy secured the two assailants with some straps, Link discovered a communications device and handed it to Teddy as he finished the bindings.
O’Reilly: ::taking the device:: We’ll find out what you know soon enough.
The Chey'd continued to stare at Teddy, seemingly unintimidated by the large marine's attitude or demeanor.
Jenson: Let's leave them, we’re wasting time.
A firm tap on Teddy’s shoulder pulled him out of his trance and he refocused on his fellow marine.
O’Reilly: What, huh?
Jenson: whispers loudly: Private, come on.
O’Reilly: Right (beat) Yeah, let’s umm….
Jenson: Now…come on.
Teddy felt a deep breath release as he stepped back from the aliens. He had every intention of finding what they were after with this girl, it was obvious they were up to no good.
O’Reilly: Right, you call security, give them the 411.
The two of them had spent the next 5 minutes waiting silently for the security officers to arrive and Link to fill them in before heading back to the public area of the station.
(( Promenade, Deep Space 14 … A Short Time Later ))
Teddy felt deflated. Security had been of little help, merely taking the two Chey'd into custody and recording brief statements from the marines. After a mere 15 minutes, they'd released the marines to their own devices. Now, the two sat at a pub on the outskirts of the promenade, waiting for their meals to arrive with cold beers resting before them.
O’Reilly: Well now what do we do?
Jenson: Response
O’Reilly: I mean we don’t have any… ummm (beat) Dammit what are they called.. (beat) leads. (beat) It’s a wonder I didn’t go down the Star Fleet security career path ::letting out a small snicker::
Teddy was a marine right down to his core. He wasn't a farmer, although his father would have likely preferred that, and he wasn't Star Fleet material—he was a marine through and through.
Jenson: Response
O’Reilly: We could just leave it to security (beat) But I feel like it’s not a top priority for them. (beat) At least that’s what I got when…
Interrupted mid sentence.
The Girl: Umm…. Excuse me…
Teddy turned around on his bar stool and was without words, the girl they’d been discussing, the girl the two meat heads were after was standing right there.
The Girl: You two were the ones following those guys (beat) right? (beat) I think I need some help.
Jenson: Response
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Private First Class Thomas O’Reilly
4/73 Marines, USS Octavia E Buttler NCC-82850
Writer ID.: O239910TA4