Cmdr Niples "Strange goings on pt2"

Commander Seymore Niples
JMC Blue Dwarf
4/9/2100
10AM
 
Commander Niples walked down to the security office, passing many crewmembers in the corridor but looking dead ahead.
When he came to Harris' office door he walked in without knocking.
 
The Major spun around on his chair and saw the constipated expression on the commanders face.
"Problem?" he asked.
 
"You bet I've got a problem!" he said. "What dapartment is this?" Niples asked, not expecting it to be a hard question.
Harris looked confused. "Like it says on the door... this is security."
"Exactly!" snarled Niples. "And what do I expect you to do?"
Not giving the Security chief time to respond he said "...I expect to to make the ship secure. The other night I went into my quarters and found a drunken man in my wardrobe... is that what I mean about secure?"
 
Harris' expression was blank. Niples couldn't tell if he was thinking about what to say, or if he was about to get up and throw a fit of rage, or do a funny dance. That was the thing about Harris, it was very hard to tell what he was thinking.
 
"Why don't you lock your quarters?" was his calm response.
"Excuse me?"
"If you lock your quarters then nobody can disturb you. It isn't a security problem."
With that, Harris continued with his paperwork, scrawling his pen over the security report.
 
"Oh okay" said Niples, and wondered why he had come here in the first place.
Then he remembered something else he wanted to ask Harris while he was there. "How far have you explored the station?" he asked.
Harris looked up. "Only on the top few decks, none of the security officers have bothered to go further down- apparently its only full of chicken farms, slaughter houses and corn storage."
 
Niples walked over to one wall of the security office which was full of monitors and computer screens. He pressed a button on one of the computer screens and brought up a map of the Poultry station and pointed to an area below decks.
"I've heard from a...... source, that there may be a dodgy lab down there doing some freaky experiments."
"So, what has it got to do with us?" asked Harris, chewing his gum and leaning back in his chair into the shadows.
 
Niples shrugged, "I just wondered what was going on..... some people have been reported dissapearing down there.... I just wanted to find out..."
Harris sighed and said in his low harsh voice, "It's not our problem, let the station security sort it out. We'll be leaving soon anyway."
 
Just as he finished speaking a sudden burst of static came from the walkie-talkie on his desk. Harris picked it up and snarled into it. The constantly worried voice of Donover came back to him.
"I...I...uh...think we have a problem, Harry Dunawy has dissapered."
"Where was he?" asked Harris in annoyance.
"...On the station sir, somewhere on the lower levels..."
 
Harris groaned, knowing what this meant. It meant he had to go and find him. The security chief sighed and threw his pen onto the desk. Then he slowly got up and walked out of the office.
 
Niples stood there wondering what he should do next. A burst of static came from his walkie-talkie and Lt. Smegg's voice came through.
"Uhh...sir? I think we have a problem...it concerns a bomb..."
 
Niples groaned. "Ahh, sh..." he said.
 
 
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