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Post by Lieutenant Victor Springfield on Jan 12, 2017 20:48:57 GMT -5
The truth is out there.
Victor waited patiently in his quarters on the Sentinel, an acoustical jammer sitting active on his desk. He sipped on a glass of Johnnie Walker Blue as he waited.
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Post by Ensign Zem Sieloh on Jan 13, 2017 10:22:53 GMT -5
Victor's door chime rang a few minutes later. Kessi stood outside his quarters with a PADD in hand, curious but skeptical about what she would learn today.
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Post by Lieutenant Victor Springfield on Jan 13, 2017 16:08:51 GMT -5
Victor got up from his seat, walked to the door, and manually pressed the "Door Open" button. The acoustical jammer -- which was basically just a fancy term for a white noise speaker -- would have drowned him out if he shouted anyway. He smiled politely at Kessi and motioned toward a chair, drink in his hand.
"Come in, Counselor. Take a seat. Can I get you a drink? Make yourself at home."
The room had clearly been rearranged since the last time Kessi was in here. For one, the gun display had been hidden, given that it all had been confiscated by Tolar before his transfer, and Victor never bothered to fill out the paperwork to get the guns back. He might soon, he thought, but he had been too distracted with Chorus to sit down and do it.
It seemed that any evidence of Victor being a smoker had been neatly cleaned up. His cigarettes, ash trays, and lighters had all been stowed in some hidden location. A new piece of art hung over his bookshelf -- an oil painting of Queens, New York, which was his home. Overall, his usually chaotic quarters had a new minimalist feel.
One might even think that he was actively trying to impress Kessi and had clearly spent a great deal of time on the decor.
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