PNPC Lieutenant Junior Grade Michael Goodwell: A Fine Line (Tag Cumar)

[Lael Rosek]

((Black Hole Bar, USS Za))

 

:: The two security officers entered from behind their cover, weapons drawn and set for stun. They'd just overheard the barkeep mention something about bringing aboard food from the surface of Hocktin, which would likely contain contaminates and kill the crew. ::

 

::Michael kept his expression neutral when the Ferengi turned, raising his hands in surrender.::

 

Zogi: What is the meaning of this?! Put that thing away before someone gets hurt!

Nicky: ?

 

Cumar: Everyone keep your hands where we can see them. :: then, to the two scallywags at the bar. :: You two are under arrest pending an investigation. 

 

Zogi: We commit no crime sir!

::Michael scowled in disgust. While he had nothing personally against the Ferengi, he wasn't a fan of their shady "toe the line" philosophy. They were well known for bending rules to near the breaking point.::

Cumar: We'll see about that, won't we?

 

Zogi: ::raising his voice so everyone in the bar could hear him:: Do what you must. Simply suspect me because I’m a Ferengi. Who did I ever harm on this ship? Do I water my drinks? No. Do I mess around with my dabo table? No. I am an HONEST Ferengi and everyone in here knows it.

 

::Michael's lips thinned at the Ferengi's attempts to get the crowd on his side.::

Goodwell: o0 I pray to God Jon gets him out of here before I lose my temper. 0o

 

Cumar: Tell 'em happy hour's over, Zogi. 

Nicky: ?

 

Zogi: Sorry folks… bar is closed thanks to this man. ::he pointed at Cumar and waited for his patrons to leave. Then he too left, heading straight for the brig::

:: Michael barely kept his temper as they walked, painting a mental target on the back of the Ferengi's head. If the idiot so much as made a move to run, Michael would have no qualms about stunning the lying dimwit.::

((Brig))

::With the culprits locked up, Michael was just beginning the report on the incident when Jon approached him.::

Cumar: Hey, Mike? You got a minute? :: He nodded to a corner out of earshot of the suspects. ::

::Michael nodded and followed Jon into a nearby office, the doors closing behind them.::

Cumar: :: whispering :: We don't actually have anything on them, do we? 

Goodwell: ::matter of factly:: No. Not unless the Ferengi or his partner is talking.

Cumar: Okay...so what do we do? Let them go?

Goodwell: ::scowls:: Not without thoroughly bugging both their quarters and the Black Hole Bar. I'm also planning to post a man on each of them at all times. We heard for ourselves. We can't just let this go without doing our damndest as Starfleet officers to stop what we suspect is a crime being planned. With this virus, it's too big to take lightly.

Cumar: Response

Goodwell: ::nods:: I would prefer to keep them in the brig at least until the Captain gets back, but I'm not sure we can. Although...I wouldn't let them go unless they ask. It's shady, but so is the scheme they're planning. We have to do what's necessary to protect the crew.

Cumar: Response

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​PNPC Lieutenant Junior Grade Michael Goodwell

​Security

 Officer

USS Za NCC-65305

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​As simmed by Lieutenant Lael Rosek​