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

[Lael Rosek]

((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.::

(( Security Office ))

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.

:: JC nodded grimly. That's what he was afraid of. The mere prospect of letting them go was enough to twist his stomach in knots. The thought of bringing anything aboard that could've come in contact with those parasitic bug things twisted him up rather badly. Fortunately, he wasn't the sort to get nauseous easily, he just lost his appetite as a result.::

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: Understandable precautions.

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: I fully agree with you...guess we should let someone know about the situation here. Highest ranked officer aboard, probably. 

Goodwell: ::pauses:: In all the craziness, not sure who that is at the moment.

Cumar: Would Dassa know who has the deck?

Goodwell: ::brow furrows:: Maybe.

Cumar: Reponse

::Michael nodded and began typing a message to Dassa.::

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To: Dassa Alexander

From: Michael Goodwell

Subject: Your Virus

 

I know you were hesitant to give me details earlier, but I think you need to tell me the whole story. I overheard the Ferengi bartender planning a scheme with his buddy to bring aboard fresh goods. I remembered what you said about a virus and realized anything from the Hocktin homeworld could be contaminated. Is this thing deadly? Otherwise I have no reason to hold them and this could get even messier. You should probably CC this to the deck officer, by the way.

 

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::He then pressed send and waited.::

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​PNPC Lieutenant Junior Grade Michael Goodwell

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​Security/Tactical Officer

USS Za NCC-65305

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​As simmed by Lael Rosek​