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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Not Much Time Left== | |||
===by Brian V. Mansur=== | |||
SD: 2261.074 | |||
MD: 2.0810 | |||
Scene: Mining facility, Celes II | |||
The mirror Sean Merrick betrayed nothing of the discomfort he felt at Abrams | |||
screams. He didn't want to think of the pain going through a man who could | |||
be heard through several bulkheads. Sean played the masochistic part well | |||
enough when he had to. He'd even grown mostly numb to it. Sometimes, | |||
however, he feared that he enjoyed it a little. | |||
Steele, on the other hand, was a man who Stile could probably diagnose as a | |||
sociopath. He merely smiled when he heard the desperate cries of the | |||
innocent Abrams. | |||
How had they come to this, Sean wondered. It was imperative that whatever | |||
happened, somehow he and Jeri had to destroy the Tholian device beyond hope | |||
of reconstruction or reverse engineering. And that was on Jeri to figure | |||
out. It did them no good to escape the HOOD's black universe of murder, | |||
rape, cruelty and betrayal only to have the Sovereignty come back and screw | |||
over this universe too. | |||
"Found something," Steele practically purred. "The fraking refinery map | |||
shows the packaging facility. If there is anything new since their last | |||
shipment, it will be there." He suddenly frowned. "Their current | |||
production numbers are here. Fraking 50 milligrams!? The little fraker | |||
wasn't having us on. Someone really was just here for their quota." | |||
Sean tried not to wince at the furry building in Steele. They didn't have | |||
much time left. | |||
"If there is any here, Stile will pull it out of the director's own ass if | |||
needs be," Sean calmly assured his Captain. Steele humphed and started | |||
toward the door. It was time to go help with the interrogation. | |||
Neither of them noticed the faint electric hum of a transporter beam several | |||
feet down the hall. Too bad for them that it took about five seconds more | |||
for them to round the corner of the door. Steele was the first to react. | |||
"FRAKING GAW...." he began. | |||
He was looking right at himself. And this universe's Steele evidently had | |||
completely expected to see someone there because he already had his weapon | |||
pointed right at them. | |||
A stun bolt took Sean down instantly. Steele was fumbling for his own | |||
pistol when a second shot tagged his arm, crumpling him to the floor in a | |||
dazed heap. Moments later, a boot pressed harshly down on the mirror | |||
Steele's neck. | |||
"You fraking bastard," Captain Jack Steele of the USS HOOD venomously spat | |||
at his doppelganger. | |||
It took a minute, but off in the distance, the pitiful cries of Mr. Abrams | |||
slowly quieted to mere wimpering. | |||
NRPG: The Cavalry has arrived. Time for the Good Guys to take over. | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
Brian V. Mansur | |||
LCDR Sean Merrick | |||
FO, USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
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