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Subject: A Little Covert Subterfuge..
patti k (email@example.com)
Sent: Fri 3/26/10 5:05 AM
High in the sky, the Sierra team's
rescue helicopter raced over the
mountains and onwards, until the craft was arrowing fast over the
richly urban gridded Los Angeles County suburbs.
Johnny Gage finished relaying his latest
transmission to Rampart Hospital.
"..His most acute histamine reaction symptoms were successfully
following the second dose of epinephrine I.V. Whatever has caused them initially
to have vanished. Respirations, no longer assisted, are twenty and regular.
Skin color's now re-perfused
and normal. Pulse is rapid but strong at 110. Tell the
surgeons we've utilized MAST trousers to stave
off a slow increasing decompensation
due to suspected internal injuries. We're holding his pressure
Consciousness is in and out, reactive only to pain."
##10-4, 51.## said Dixie McCall.##
Have information available on landing about next
of kin so we can look up his past medical history.
We especially need a blood type
for transfusion support.##
Sitting next to Roy, Tom Paris
didn't look away from Chakotay's still face as he
spoke automatically. "He's Class M Biped-- I mean
Type AB with Rh + factors."
"How do you know that?" Roy asked raising his eyebrows. "I thought Chakotay was|
just a casual navy
friend of yours."
Tom took in a deep breath and thought hard. "Says on his... dog tags." he covered
neatly. "We swapped ours once as a joke to see if we could fool our doctor's sca-- uh,..
when we were first stationed together on ship. You see, Chakotay was my
new commander at the time
and that was one way to break some ice by sharing a
similar sense of humor.." he said limply, shrugging
DeSoto lifted his HT. "Rampart, type is AB + according to a navy witness."
attempt to locate that blood type ASAP. Continue running in his Ringer's
wide open and support any
further breathing problems as they arise. We'll be standing
by on the helipad.## said Dixie.
"I'm AB +." said Johnny, surprised. "If they can't find a fresh supply by the time we
land, I'm volunteering."
"Thanks, Johnny." Paris said, and he meant it.
Roy eyed up Paris as he scribbled hasty notes
onto a run sheet the rangers had given
him. "Any relatives?"
Tom shook his head. "No chance
of that. I'm afraid we're all alone in that department."
"Career men?" DeSoto guessed.
why we joined." Tom nodded dryly, meek.
"I sympathize." Johnny piped up. "I'm not too rich in
the family department eith-- Ouch.."
said Gage absently, scratching his lower leg.
glanced at him. "What? Muscles getting sore? You've had a busy day, Junior."
he teased, not surprised
at Johnny's grousing.
"No, my water scald's itching." Johnny told him.
"Relax. It's probably
healing already, knowing you." Roy chuckled.
"After one day?" Johnny said, annoyed at Roy's amusement
at his expense.
Tom's face went instantly alert. ::Uh oh.:: "Did you get it dirty, Johnny? You
blood contaminated at all? Chakotay stayed bleeding quite a bit from his head wound
a while after you started carrying him."
Gage analyzed lightly, dismissing the question. "I don't
remember feeling anything
drip on it. And even if I did get soiled that far down through my clothes,
dew from the trail washed it off again while we were doing all of that fast hiking. My
and lower legs are absolutely soaked to the skin. I'm still wet, see? So no, I'm not worried
about catching anything contagious. You guys have had all your shots, being in the Navy
"You're right. Chakotay's been fully immunized." ::Now, at any rate. But it's not his
Borgification changes that I'm worried about.:: he confirmed mentally, touching his medical
inside of his backpack ::It's yours.:: he thought at Johnny, seeing an urgent
light beginning to flash.
Tom dug out a few bottles of shuttle water he had stored and began
piling three of them
onto his lap.
When the two paramedics weren't looking, Tom reached into
his pocket, drew out, and
re-pressed his concealed hypospray against Chakotay's arm under the shock
taking a quick blood sample. ::I hope there's some intact nannites still cleaning up in
bloodstream. Gage needs them now. Real soon here.:: He didn't dare scan
Johnny again to check for
the progress of his new Borg infection directly. He chose subtlety.
He toggled filter-mode on the
hypo and pressed out a pill sized dose Seven's nanoprobes
into his palm from Chakotay's blood sample.
They were still flickering blue sparkles
deep inside the tiny shimmering sphere rolling around on
his hand. ::Good.:: thought
Tom. ::This bunch is still actively working..::
Near him, Gage
suddenly wiped away a sweat bead from a faintly mottling, black and white
paling forehead. "Say,
Roy. Think I can shanghai a bed off one of the residents once we get
there? I'm bushed."
wounded and it's a done deal." Roy told him, amused. "Only price you're gonna have
to pay is a quick
examination by one of the doctors."
"G*d, I hope I don't get Morton." His tone of exasperation
Tom snorted. "Sounds like our doc. Tactless is he?"
"Totally. And he's
a bit on the gruff side with hands on." Gage grunted, still scratching
his tingly leg.
said Paris, sarcastically.
"Just the opposite." DeSoto mused, taking another palpated BP on Chakotay.
"I'd rather suffer a little than risk seeing that guy in a heartbeat." Johnny shared.
call." Roy smiled. "Our patient's holding steady. 94 Systolic." he reported.
"Good deal." Johnny
grinned, turning happier at once. "How's his abdomen doing?"
"Wanna check it?" Roy asked.
Johnny turned to the task.
Tom cracked open one of the water bottles and dropped the nannite ball
had retrieved into the water where it briefly fizzed a bright glowing blue as the tiny
suddenly dispersed into the liquid as part of their Borg curing program. "Hey,
Gage. Drink up." Paris
said, smacking the side of Johnny's knee with the bottle after he
shook it up. "Time to celebrate
a perfect rescue." he grinned.
"Roy, he's real rigid all quadrants."Johnny turned around and accepted it. "Thanks, Tom. |
I am kind
of thirsty all of the sudden." And he downed the whole offered bottle in seconds.
Tom Paris just
cleared his throat and made sure none of the other rescuers in the
chopper noticed anything unusual
by smiling at them reassuringly. Tom watched as the
last of the faintly blue lit water disappeared
between Gage's lips. Seconds later, the
slender man's natural ruddy red color returned with a vengeance,
the Borg pallor fading
away into nothingness. ::Whew.That was another really close call.:: "Went
eh?" he asked Johnny smugly.
"Tasted great. Where'd you get this stuff?" Johnny
asked. "I feel better. I'm not tired
anymore. Is it caffeinated?"
Paris shook his head.
a place called Neelix's, back at home. It's guaranteed one hundred percent pure."
he smiled, not feigning
Gage smacked his lips as the last of the blue glowing Borg infection cure nannites
microscopically under Gage's skin like electrified confectioner's sugar.
his head, studying Johnny's face. "How do you feel?"
"Fine now. Guess I was a little dehydrated
"You figure." Roy snorted, not looking up from the reassessment he was performing
on Chakotay's responses.
"Maybe I should drink water more often and less coffee." Gage decided.
Only then did Paris heave a very small sigh of relief when he realized that nobody else had
anything amiss. Tom waved a weak hand. "Ours was really good for you. That
I can promise."
Plain I.V. formula, the original." Gage joked.
Johnny turned his head. "Hey, Roy. Have one of Tom's
bottles. Best water I've ever
had. Not a hint of warm plastic stench or even the faintest ground
minerals going down."
"Okay." DeSoto said, looking up from Chakotay's EKG monitor. He was suddenly
aware of being parched. "Tom, do you mind? We'll buy you new bottles later to replace
he said, holding up the one his partner had offered him.
"Deal! Do you know how long it's been
since I've had real home brewed California water?"
Paris quipped eagerly.
made you're-kidding faces at him in mutual displays of mildly disguised
I guess it's an acquired.. craving. You see, we've.... both've been shipped out
away from home for
quite a while now." he said lamely, waving around the third Voyager
gray, translucent water bottle.
"Just got back for some R and R."
"I suppose so. Especially if you're just on a short leave from
a long tour of duty." Johnny
grimaced. "You gonna drink that?" he said, holding out a hand, eyeing
fidget-spinning water bottle eagerly.
Tom gave it to him with a nod. He smiled
again as he saw his almost Borg-ill paramedic
patient completely heal, swiftly, before his appraising
medic's eye. "She's all yours."
::Bet that's the first unpolluted water you've ever tasted in your
whole entire life.:: he
thought. Just to be on the safe side, he snuck a peek at his tricorder. All
green. On everybody this time. ::Mission accomplished.:: Paris sighed. Then he closed
his eyes to doze quietly against the bulkhead.
Roy noticed. "We're five minutes out. Won't
be long now." he told Tom.
Paris nodded in reflex at the news. ::Could have been instantaneous
the shuttle's transporter.:: he countered mentally in misery. But he still smiled at his
wearily in response. ::I just hope Chakotay pulls through okay. Then we
can both worry about how
we're going to survive here on pre-warp Earth. Later.::
From: patti k (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Sent: Thu 4/01/10 12:08 PM
Dixie McCall and Dr. Brackett with a pair of orderlies were
by the edge of the red and white crossed landing
grid in the east parking lot of Rampart. They crouched
onto toes and knee holding the mattressless wheeled
gurney steady against the powerful blade wash
Sierra's chopper touched down.
Roy DeSoto got on his handheld. "L.A. we're at Rampart for
patient transfer." he reported.
##10-4, 51. At 17:46.## replied Sam Lanier the
Johnny looked at Roy. "They're calling us by our station name."
why not? That's where we're from. Does it matter that
we're officially off duty? It's the same paperwork."
steadying the head of Chakotay's stokes as the Sierra team opened
the bay doors
of the helicopter.
Tom Paris was the first to grab Chakotay's two I.V. solution bags
all got out.
The hospital four ran out onto the flight concrete as far out as they
safety's sake under the hot running blades of the helicopter
in front of the pilot. Sierra's two,
with Roy and Johnny, ran with the
stokes, keeping low until they reached the hospital staff and their
"How's he doing?" Kel shouted over the roar of the stationary chopper
peeled back Chakotay's eyelids for a pupil check.
"Better! Though he's still in and out. All
his chest edema's gone." Roy
"Good deal." Brackett said as they all hurried for the
emergency doors. "Dix, as soon as we get there I want you
to draw bloods and have the
lab run a creatine
kinase and isoenzyme levels series, a CBC with differential,
a PT, a PTT,
an antinuclear antibody assay, and an erythrocyte
"Sure thing, Kel. I
have a venipuncture tray already set up in
Treatment 2." she answered, pushing back her shoulder length,
wind whipped hair out of her eyes. "Surgery Four's standing by with
an abdominal team."
take the M.A.S.T. trousers off and stabilize him first before
he goes anywhere." Brackett told her.
Once Roy, Johnny, Kel and the orderlies rushed through the swinging
door of the treatment room,
Dixie automatically took the I.V.s from Paris's
following hands and set a light palm on his chest
to stop him from
Johnny spoke up. "Uh, he's kin er,.. the next best thing, Dix."
"Okay. He's in. Sir, I need some information. Your name is what?" she said,
the nearly empty solution bags over a suspension pole's hook.
Paris held up hands indicating himself in a questioning gesture at Roy|
for his medical chart, Tom. That's all. And some initially
basic facts to go on it for consent purposes."
Roy told him.
"You don't need that. Treat him. He's out cold. He gets help automatically
law I thought." Paris growled in stress.
Johnny looked up at Kel and Dixie from where he was transferring
oxygen. "They're deep navy, guys." he shared.
"Oh." Dixie sighed in understanding.
McCall levelled at Tom, half serious. " Just
take it easy, Tiger. We're not going anywhere that's
away from your friend. Doesn't matter
where you two came from or what exactly it is that you do out
there when you're not
getting all smashed up into little bits. An injured man needing surgery is
all we see.
Comprende? We don't wag tongues. Everything can be strictly confidential if need be."
"It has to be that way." Tom said.
"Fair enough." Dixie said quietly. "Shall we start from
"Uh, sure. Sorry, ma'am. I-I've been through a lot in the last day or so." Tom
"I'm not normally so wound up and he's not normally so wounded." he joked.
a smile. "No need to apologize. What's your name?"
"It's Tom Paris. Lt. Tom Eugene Paris. And
I speak for him."
"Is that his first name or
last name?" McCall asked, knowing the services'
penchant for nicknames usually ran rampant in their
"It's his only name." Tom clarified. "You see, he's Native American."
that." she said, pointing to Chakotay's sweaty Chaymoosee
face tattoo with her pencil.
Sorry." Paris reacted nervously. "We're just used to people not
knowing who we are all the time on
the job. It's an automatic reflex."
Roy looked up from the BP he was taking. "It's up. 120 over
70. Deflate the
legs first?" he asked Brackett.
"Yes, slowly. But only one leg at a time."
Kel clarified, eyeing up Tom a
little analytically before he concentrated whole heartedly on his patient.
"Mr. Paris. Does Chakotay have any allergies that we need to know about?
I'm taking you on your word
that AB positive is actually on your friend's
totally absent dog tags to save some time."
winced. "It is." his mouth opened up self consciously. "Would you believe
we left them at home?"
Dixie and Kel merely looked at him.
"Okay. Okay. Right. To the meat of it." Tom said. "I-
I wouldn't know if he has any
medication allergies if that's what you're driving at. But I know for
a fact that he can
eat any food he comes across no matter what port we find ourselves in. No matter
how alie-- foreign a place. Is that good enough?"
"It's a start." Kel grumbled. "Mr. Paris. I'm
going to tell you like it is. Chakotay's
not out of the woods yet. His condition could be very serious.
We won't know how
serious until we actually open up that distended belly and take a look around."
"Do what you have to do, doc." Paris moused. "I'm all for it. And so's he whether|
he says so or not."
Tom glared at his commander's dazed eyes that were open
but unfocused above the oxygen mask.
turned to another nurse in the room. "Let's stave off more volume depletion,
right now. Off the I.V.
line, set up a piggy back half aperature blood transfusion.
We'll find a donor."
donor." Gage piped up, volunteering.
Kel nodded. "Then I want you to begin a NS drip with
at 0.5-1 mcg/kg/min IV and titrate until you hear better
compliance in his pericardium by auscultation.
That med will
definitely get his heart, stroke volume and cardiac output increasing
out of shock
reactions without dilating the blood vessels in the rest of
his body where any internal bleeding
we don't know about yet, might
Sharon, now an R.N., nodded. "Yes, Dr. Brackett.
Tom tried to smile around his obvious, silent worry. "You
have a medication that
acts like a chemical mast suit? I didn't
know you guys had stuff like that in your drug arsenal.."
"It's a brand new therapy, Mr. Paris. Dr. Early, a colleague,
okayed the preliminary human trials
himself two months ago. I'm just glad
the whole experiment worked out fast enough to help your friend
Kel said calmly even as his hands worked fast to assess his patient.
He sighed under his
breath as he ran hands down the areas of Chakotay's
body that Roy was exposing while he deflated the
"What?" Tom spoke up eagerly.
"Chakotay doesn't seem to have
any scarring anywhere. You know
normal wear and tear. I'd expect some on a service man." Brackett
"He lives a charmed life." Tom said with conviction not looking away
from Dr. Brackett's
eyes. "He's got a lucky rabbit's foot." ::And a very
good holographic EMH on Voyager.:: he thought,
"Uh, doc, That's not so oddball as you might think." Gage defended.
doesn't have any either, and he's a nine year career
fire fighter." he smiled crookedly.
down." Kel said without looking up at Gage as he indicated an
empty gurney next to Chakotay's. "Somebody's
gonna tap your arm."
Johnny hurriedly volunteered, offering a flat arm out onto the sheets.
"I can do that. Uh, I'm a medic." Paris volunteered.
"Tom, you're in my hospital and you're going
to do what I say." Kel said
evenly, still not looking away from the close palpation he was
on Chakotay's abdomen. "My nurses have that job. Nobody else.
You're out of your jurisdiction."
Tom swallowed. "That much is true."
"I used to be in the military." Kel grinned. "Now go get something to eat.|
We'll let you know what
happens just as soon as we can."
"Yes, sir." Paris finally agreed.
to the cafeteria. It's his first time here." Roy offered.
"Need anything else, doc?"
good." and then Kel began barking out more orders to his staff
clustered around Chakotay, everything
from x-rays to a respiratory therapist
to knock him out for an early intubation to save prep time,
and other things.
The doors closed between Tom, Roy and Chakotay and Paris suddenly felt the
DeSoto smiled, setting a hand on Tom's dusty shoulder. "I have a feeling that
going to be okay. Brackett wasn't snapping at all like he usually does
when he has some outcome doubts
about a patient."
"He sounded pretty mad to me."|
"That's only because you weren't very straight with him." Roy
"I....have to be... that way." Tom said, looking down at suddenly worried, fidgetting
"I know. I know. Naval secrets and all that." DeSoto said. "Come on, let me
buy you a cup of coffee
and then we'll just go from there if you're feeling a little
hungry. I know I am. It's almost dinner
"It is?" Tom asked, still disoriented by the glow of Earth's sun in his eyes through
waiting room windows. "I guess I'm still not used to this time zone yet."
"Takes me a few days,
too, when I travel. Come on, let's go. We can talk more
on the way about other things to get your
mind off Chakotay's situation. He's gonna
be okay, really. Trust the instincts of an eight year paramedic."
"Eight years? No kidding. And I've been drafted as a medic for nearly seven now.
What a coincidence. But I still feel like I lost time with him." he said, meaning how
long it took
them to get Chakotay to a doctor.
"Not exactly the golden hour. But he had your skills readily
"And the two of you." Tom finally smiled. "I really really appreciate that. Even if
Chakotay's gonna be mad as hell when he wakes up."
"Why is he gonna be mad?"
"Because I went against orders."
Roy's eyes took up something like suspicion.
not like that. Nothing national security. It's more like standing orders.
"Oh, I understand. I know how that goes. I served in Nam a while back."
"Vietnam. You know, Indonesia?" Roy prompted.
Tom just shook his head minutely, still
"Well, you are kinda young. Not like the navy really knew what the army was doing
few years ago."
"You got that right." Tom muttered under his breath.
Subject: Message in a Bottle...
Sent: Thu 4/08/10 11:06 AM
Ten minutes later, Dr. Early was knuckle
deep in Chakotay's vital organs.
"Looks like it's a liver. And not bad at all." he announced to the
ringing him. He looked up and flashed an okay sign at the observers in
dome. Then, quickly, he had a nurse suction out the
injured man's abdominal cavity. "About an inch
of sutures, a patch
of this small lacerated vein here, and we're just about through." he
around his blue cloth mask. "Let's track along the colon
though, just to make sure he didn't perforate
any bowel during
the accident. I think we're gonna get lucky that way too, I'm not smelling
Sprawled across the viewing glass, Tom Paris dropped his head |
down onto his arms in relief. "I hope
that gesture means what I want
it to mean." he said, still feeling horrified that cat gut thread was
currently being used inside of his friend, but hiding it.
Roy DeSoto smiled, thumping a hand held
wrapped sandwich against
the back of Paris's waist. "It does. Come on and eat. I know you can."
tempted. "Paramedics like us don't get queasy at the sight of gore.
Or am I mistaken?" he said, noticing
a subtle change in Tom's face.
Paris quickly sat and grabbed the food. "You're not. I ....just...
expected lasers or something in the repair job."
DeSoto raised a couple of eyebrows. "You mean
cautery? It wasn't
necessary. See? Chakotay isn't hemorrhaging out any more past their
I guess that MAST suit worked out in causing that torn outer
vein to clot up a little for them."
"Cautery.. Oh, you mean as in burning and searing.." Tom said incredulously,
suddenly not guarding
his disgust over the whole process.
Roy just hung eyes at him, neutrally.
"Well, sure. That's
much faster than suturing for the big jobs I've come to
know." DeSoto shared matter of factly while
he dined on his own chicken
salad and wheat.
::Wanna bet...:: Tom thought behind the eyes.
But out loud, he said.
"I haven't had the pleasure of learning that."
Then his combadge beeped.|
Roy startled. "What was that? The intercom?"
Paris shot to his
feet. "Uh,.. I don't know.. I'll be right back though. I...
gotta a real sudden urge to use the head."
"Straight back out the way we came just past the elevator.." Roy
volunteered, suddenly concerned
about the state of Tom's stomach.
Tom Paris barely let the swinging door close behind him when
he tapped the channel open on his chest. "Paris here." he said
quietly while he studied the long mirror's
reflection of the bottoms
of all the toilet stalls along the row, looking for pairs of feet.
##Lieutenant?## came a very familiar but frequency-broken,
"Who is this?" Tom asked.
##Not...exactly.## came the reply. ##Turn around.##
Tom Paris suddenly whirled
from his inspection of the restroom,
searching in shock.
##No.. up here. In the security camera's
lens..## the disembodied
Paris did so, and noticed a face projecting from
inside the unit onto
its focusing lens. "Barclay?! H--?"
Reginald Barclay of the Pathfinder
Project of the future answered
back. ##Shhht. Not so loud. Somebody might hear you and call
a couple of orderlies to haul you off to the psychiatric ward.##
Paris snorted. "Why should I
worry? You've experienced far more
time in a shrink's clutches than I."
It was Barclay's turn
to stutter. ##How--?## he startled, thinking of his
barely cured holoaddiction problem. ##Never mind.##
Tom Paris got mad. "Yes, how! How the h*ll are you managing to even
reach me here in the past?"
he said, tapping the camera's glass,
insistently impatient. "I thought there wasn't enough power in
universe to push a communications squirt through warp space more than
a hundred light
years let alone across a differentiating time continuum."
##You aren't really in your.. I mean my... true past. ##|
"I'm not?" Tom gaped.
eh, It's really difficult to explain.##
Tom quailed and dropped his arms from his fiddling with
the security camera
on its housing nestled between the ceiling and wall. "No..." he breathed out
horror. "Not Q."
##Ah, happily no.## Reg said firmly, his transmitted fake camera eyes narrowing.
##But shush on that or we just might tempt the guy.##
"Gotcha." Tom said firmly, setting hands
on hips, still staring up into the camera.
"No omnipotence in action. Though I wish there was a healthy
dose of some of that
going on right about now." he said, upending a small garbage can upside down
so he could step up and get a little closer to the image inside the camera's
It was Barclay's
turn to quail. ##Not Chakotay... He's still dying..?##
"No, he's not." Paris snapped in irritation."A
pair of human docs decided to open
him up and run a pair of fingers through his guts, looking for
holes. Then they did a
lot of sewing with a needle and dead animal thread afterwards. He's gonna
Paris said matter of factly, shielding his eyes from the bathroom lights glare so
could see Barclay a little better.
##They...did...what?## It was the projected image's time to
turn a little green.
"Reg..." he warned. "If you faint on me, I'm gonna--"
face suddenly shook itself, like a dog shedding water. ##I'm okay,
I'm fine. Just grossed out. That's
worse than spiders!## he squeaked.
##Right. Paris, we haven't got much time. Now
listen to me. The team can only
keep this artificial pinhole blackhole and our Argus Array emergency
patch open for
another forty seven seconds. We've already burned out the generator on an entire
getting out this far, er.. back then, er.. oh, you know what I mean!## he
##Our problem is not just you two anymore. It involves more of your crewmen.##
##Voyager was destroyed in our mutual true timeline while distracting those two
Borg Cubes from following your escape away from them in the shuttle.##
be fixed. I have it on very good authority from someone really high up.## he
stuttered. ##So don't
panic. Just listen. An escape pod containing two bridge crew
got to Earth, I mean, your Earth. They're
searching for you now. I've given them
your coordinates. Uh, where are you going to be in five hours?
I've got to update
them next. You've moved.##
"Uh,.. wow, uh...Station 51!" Tom improvised desperately, thinking fast. "In California. |
a place called Rampart Hospital.... in .....Carson." he decided quickly. "Yeah,
Carson. Says that
right here on the hot air hand dryer's licensing sticker." he said looking
tell em. Just watch for another visitor from the hospital. He's coming to see you
in less than ten
minutes!## Barclay began to shout as their tenuous connection began to fail.
"Who survived the
bridge crew?!" Tom shouted.
##We don't know. Just bear with us, we're working on this whole insane
problem, top priori---##
The face on the camera suddenly sputtered and went out like a TV screen
its power suddenly shorted out. The camera gave off a huge spark, making Paris
throw up his
hands protectively over his face, and a puff of smoke. Its tiny overstressed little
red power indicator
light, burned out.
"Oh, man.. not now! Just when you wanted reach out and touch someone.." Paris
slapping the camera alongside of its housing angrily.
Right then, the door opened.
It was the orderly who had brought Chakotay
down to surgery from the Emergency Room.
let go of the camera, jumped down from the upended garbage can, and
straightened his shirt out with
all the dignity he could muster. "I hate the fact they
got one of these things inside the john." he
huffed, nodding at the man as he
left the bathroom.
"I hear ya. Right with you man. Thanks
for trashing the d*mn*d thing for me. I
couldn't do it or they'd find out who did it." the big man
grinned, offering a congratulatory
Tom shook it and left, heading back to the observation
When he got there, Roy wordlessly handed him back his half eaten sandwich, wrapped
a napkin. "Feeling better?" he guessed incorrectly about the reason why Tom had fled
"Much better." Paris said, with relish, accepting the food again and diving right
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