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-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
-CMDR Nigel Straun, TACFLEET Liason Officer, INDIGO FLEET<br>
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
-CMDR Horatio Sinclair, Fleet Intelligence Officer, BLUE FLEET<br>
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Honor Among Thieves (Cont.)</h3>
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Michael "Mike" Dailey 7-24-1996</h4>
MD: 4.1305<br>
> Maril frowned. As first officer he was in charge of the crew and<br>
> as such would have to oversee the departmental checks. Any breaches > would be his responsibility.<br>
>
> "Ensign Allard, as of right now your department is on double<br>
> shifts. Step up the patrols and post guards in the shuttle-bay,<br>
> engineering and all other critical areas."<br>
><br>
> "Aye sir."<br>
* Spirits, How could this happen! We arrested Redaso, but never looked for an accomplice! *J.C. slammed
his fist upon the top of the TAC console. Hard enough to vent a minute bit of frustration, light enough for
his Superiors not to notice. He opened a link to the Security Office. "Allard to CPO Tamarov."
"Tamarov here, Sir."
"CPO, the Captain has put us on Condition 3, double shifts. Notify all Squad Leaders."
"Aye aye, Sir. Alerting them now." J.C. was going to lay a lot on the shoulders of his ACOS, but he was
needed here on the bridge. From the little he had worked with Alex so far, he was sure he could count on
Tamarov to relay and carry out his orders.
"Mr. Tamarov, you're to hold a briefing in 10 minutes. Your orders are to get Matsumii's squad in the Flight
Deck. I want every inch of it covered. I want it tore apart. Look inside and under every shuttle,
everything! They're to be in full TAC gear, armor and rifles. They're not to take any chances. Bordeau's
Squad is to be on Sentry Duty, cover entrances to Main Engineering, Flight Deck, Aux. Weapons Control, and the
Sensor Decks. They're to suit up too, 100%. NO ONE gets through those areas without being challenged ... any
problems go through me or the Captain. Finally, I want T'Bocs people to comb Engineering inside and out. Try
not to be in Koreths' peoples way; they're going to be busy patching the ship, but we've got to find out how
that transporter get Redaso. The Captain's gonna want answers, and we WILL have some.
"Got it, Ensign. Orders received and understood." Tamarov sounded pumped-up and energetic. Good, maybe some
results would turn up.
"Mr. Tamarov, one more thing. I want you to dig up anything and everything you can on Redaso. Maybe we can
get some leads from that way. I'll meet with you at 1600."
"Aye, Sir. Tamarov out."
Now things will start happening. J.C. thought for a moment. *I think I'll try to get things happening up
here.* He keyed the subspace comm panel, sending a call to Starbase Alpha, but stopped. *The Phoenix is
still out there, I'll send it in code and tight beam scrambled so it's undetectable.*
Submitted,
Ens. J.C. Allard
COS\TAC USS FEYNMAN
Mike Dailey
Splatter2@qtm.net
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