Private First Class Thomas O'Reilly - A Simple Drink….
Toxin Arlill
(( Promenade, Deep Space 14 … A Short Time Later ))
They’d been at the bar for about 15 minutes and Teddy had already downed a shot of this aged whiskey and now sipped an earth concoction with a large sphere of ice, a peel of the orange, and a bit of bitters when the girl arrived.
The Girl: Umm…. Excuse me…
To say Teddy was shocked upon turning around on his bar stool would be an understatement. He had been sure that this incident was going to haunt him. Haunt him wondering what happened to the girl, haunt him wondering if she was ok, if she survived… why she was really running. But not today… today the universe didn't want to frack him over, for which he was grateful.
The Girl: You two were the ones following those guys (beat) right? (beat) I think I need some help.
Jenson: Yeah…that us….I think.
Teddy watched as Link’s gloves came off again, he was a bit envious of this power. Of course, his mind normally would end up in the gutter wondering how those powers could be used in… well… other ways; we’ll just leave it at that. But not today, today they were a tool and he was grateful Link had them.
The Girl: I, I saw you come out of that airlock ::pointing across the room to the airlock access where the OEB was docked:: I was told to seek out the Octavia E ::searching for it:: Butler.
O’Reilly: That is our ship, but why are you looking for it and who told you to seek it out? (beat) More importantly, what’s your name?
The Girl: Oh, I’m Sandra. I can’t say who told me, it’s too dangerous, I was just told to ask for a Toxin Arlill.
Jenson: That’s one of the senior staff, the ops chief?
Sandra: ::look of relief:: Oh my goodness, thank the gods.
O’Reilly: But why are you (beat)
Teddy paused, something nagging at him. He hadn't spoken much with the Chief, but he'd never pegged him as having a love life—and this girl was far too young for him anyway. Was the Chief involved in some covert operation? Questions flooded the Marine's mind, creating a long enough silence for Link to jump in.
Jenson: What do you want with the chief?
Sandra: I really ::looking around apprehensively:: I really can’t say, at least not here.
O’Reilly: You can trust us, I swear.
Jenson: Why were they chasing you? Are you in trouble? Do you need help?
Sandra: They know why I’m here and they want to stop me.
O’Reilly: Stop you from doing what?
The girl was obviously terrified. Did she not know that the two that were after her was already caught or was she concerned that more may be here after her.
Jenson: Response
Sandra: I swear, I just need to… ::interrupted by the overhead intercom::
Computer: =/\= Transport for Zet Alpha departing in 10 minutes. =/\=
The girl became visibly anxious. It was quite obvious that the announcement somehow directly impacted her timeline.
Sandra: Frack, is it already that late? I don’t have any time left. ::grabbing onto both their wrists:: You must help me!
Security Officer: Hey you, over there, we have some questions for you.
Teddy looked up to see two officers heading their way. It was puzzling though, something about them stood out as out of place but he couldn’t place his finger on it. Either way the girl, upon seeing these officers, looked even more scared.
Sandra: Here ::shoving something into Link's hand:: take this.
With that, Sandra made a hasty departure. Teddy fixated on whatever she'd handed Link, losing focus on her exit. Before he knew it, he looked up and she was nowhere to be found, lost in a sea of station visitors.
O’Reilly: :: meeting Links eyes :: What did she give you.
Link opened his hand slowly. Teddy was curious if the contact she made had any effect on him, or if it meant nothing to Link. As his hand opened, there lay a single isolinear chip.
Jensen: Response
O’Reilly: We need to get that to the chief ::looking around:: and fast.
As he stood up the two officers approached.
Security Officer: Where did that girl go?
O’Reilly: What girl?
As soon as it came out he felt stupid for saying it. He was just relieved, out of the corner of his eye he saw Link pocket the iso linear chip.
Jensen: Response
Private First Class Thomas O’Reilly
4/73 Marines, USS Octavia E Buttler NCC-82850
Writer ID.: O239910TA4