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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jul 5, 2006 20:55:43 GMT -5
"it's because your crush on the LT was transferrance." Mariana says with a wink. "I heard about it in a psych review."
"As for the knife, only three people know about it. And the third's pushing up daisies."
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Post by Mierin on Jul 5, 2006 21:04:59 GMT -5
Sam frowns as she reads the file. Something was definitely off, she thought to herself.
Sighing, she figures she might as well get something to eat, and then try to find the others and set up a meeting to get things started. Sam gets up, folder in hand, and heads for the cafeteria.
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Post by dakota on Jul 5, 2006 21:09:27 GMT -5
" Oh." was Dyson's only reply as he picked up a tray . He gave his lunch a suspicious look and took it to an empty table. As the others sat down, he muttered. " I'm more worried about this killing me than something in the field."
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jul 5, 2006 21:10:24 GMT -5
"Nah. It won't kill you. That pepper might." She says, dousing her food in pepper.
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Post by dakota on Jul 5, 2006 21:16:16 GMT -5
" I'll pass then." dyson replied, adding enough ketchup to kill the taste of the food. He spotted Sam and tried to wave her down."
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Post by Mierin on Jul 5, 2006 21:24:37 GMT -5
Sam seems lost in thought and, for a second, doesn't notice Dyson waving at her. She then looks over and smiles at Dyson, heading over to the table. Once she arrives there, she nods in greeting to everyone and says "Just the 3 people I was looking for. I have something I'll need your help with, if you've got some free time." To Mariana, she says gently, "How are you doing?"
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jul 5, 2006 21:24:53 GMT -5
"Me? Oh, I'm fine. They tried to put a chip back in me, but the colonel intervened. Didn't want my name on record yet. Oh! And I got charges laid on a captain in Lone Star. Good times."
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Post by Mierin on Jul 5, 2006 21:34:56 GMT -5
Sam nods at Mariana, "I'm glad to hear that." Pausing for a minute, she adds "The request for assistance includes you as well, if you think you're ready to come back to work."
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jul 5, 2006 21:36:38 GMT -5
Mariana nods between mouthfuls. "Yeah. I can handle it." She says.
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Post by dakota on Jul 5, 2006 21:39:41 GMT -5
Dyson gave Sam a curious look and quickly stated. " I'm in." Perhaps too quickly by the look afterwards. " Uh , what is it we'll be doing anyways?"
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Post by Mierin on Jul 5, 2006 21:45:54 GMT -5
Sam smiles softly and shakes her head. "I can't really talk aobout it here," she says to Dyson "finish eating and come find me in my quarters when the three of you are done. We'll find a meeting room to use then and I'll brief you all on the situation." Sam starts to take a step back "I'll let you get back to your meals. I'll see you all in a little bit."
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jul 5, 2006 21:51:23 GMT -5
"Oh. I see." Mariana says. "Dyson, you'll do recon when the time comes for the meeting. Sound good?" And she grins. "You can stay Sam, if you want."
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Post by dakota on Jul 5, 2006 21:51:31 GMT -5
" No offense LT, but any excuse to get away from this slop is good news." Dyson grinned. " You'd think that all the credits they spend on a base like this that they could put in a decent caf." He picked up his tray and headed towards a garbage can. " I'll stick to MRE's, don't have to kill them first." He added, dropping it in.
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Post by Mierin on Jul 6, 2006 0:41:19 GMT -5
Sam smiles at Dyson "Well, in that case, if you want to help me find a meeting room, you're more than welcome to." Sam will grab herself a sandwich on the way out to find an empty meeting room.
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Post by dakota on Jul 6, 2006 7:05:18 GMT -5
" Yes ma'am." Dyson replied, falling in line with Sam. He gave Marianna a sheppish shrug and tried to hide his grin as they departed. It didn't take long to find an empty room, on the way back from the cafeteria. alone in the room, Dyson got a nervous look and started for the door. I'll be right back, I have to go back to my room for a moment. Before Sam could reply, he was gone.
As Marianna and McCain finished their lunches, a rowdy bunch of airmen took the two tables next to them. They were obviously enjoying some downtime, but one of them, the largest of the group seemed more interested in Marianna than his companions. Catching himself staring, he flashed a grin as he rubbed at his soul patch and nodded to her before turning back to his meal and his companions.
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