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Smith sat down in an uncomfortably comfortable chair inside an
office Holly identified as belonging to one Phil Febuggure.
"Holly, is anybody coming yet?"
"Nope."
"The nerve of some people! Calling a Secuity Officer down as a
suspect on a MURDER investigation and not even bothering to show
up!"
John was quite worried. Could he actually have killed somebody? Him?
A murderer? He couldn't remember killing anbybody
recently...unless...
Could one of his alters have commited a murder? That really would
suck. Royally. He'd probably be hald accountable for the actions of
a holographically induced HALLUCINATION!
"Anybody now Hol?"
"Nope."
"Urrgg..."
"HEY! Somebodys com'n Smith! A lot of somebodys!Really big Security
Grunt type somebodys!"
"Ah-ha! Finally my good name has been cleared and they even sent an
escourt to lead me to freedom! I knew C-I mean, Smith, is no
murderer!"
"Umm...Actually I think they're taking over the investigation."
"WHAT? How do you know that?"
"I tapped ships communications."
"You can do that but can't remember how many people are supposed to
be on board at any given time?"
"Leave it alone John..."
"Whats wrong Mr. IQ of 6000-"
Smith was once again cut off by an oddly familiar swarm of grunts
walking through the door carrying very un-friendly looking
bazookoids.
OOC: I guess they finally subdued the Hymenoptra shuttle long enough
to take over.
<Tag whoever!>
--- In JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com, "chriskentlea" <mobius@k...>
wrote:
> Phil leaped at Keto, spurred on by the moment and power of
> suggestion.
> Keto yelped and dropped his washing in surprise.
>
>
> Keto never knew what Phil had planed, for at that moment, Holly
> appeared on the wall monitor..
>
> "Here Phil...there's some numptys just landed in docking bay
> 11...They say they are here to take over the invstgation of the
> murder..."
>
> "You what?" squkkeed Phil?
>
> "Yeah they said that some had tipped them off that an 8 year old
was
> investigating an murder and that under space corp directive
> 223399.66 they were taking over.."
>
> "Holly, space corp directive 223399.66 is "When working on
extended
> deep space patrols , no officer shall consume a curry unless it
has
> been proven to have no 'effect' on said officer.."
>
> "Dont know the number but they are heading to your office..The
Feds
> are taking over here!"
>
> <<tag bugger>>
> ooc:Thought i'd spice things up a bit