Through Time, Darkly

[Pryce]

[color=#FFFF00]Pryce.Research.N101
Cabin 6, Deck Two

[font=Arial]"I beg your pardon?" Nickatelli said, his eyebrows raised quizzically.


Denise placed her hands on her hips and spoke; "The chips, from the suits, where are they?" Her accusatory glare could be mistaken for nothing else, and it was clear she believed he had stolen the chips.


"What do you mean? They're in the suits." He frowned.


Denise couldn't believe his innocent face. To lie so easily. "Someone...went into Angelas' quarters, and into my quarters, and took the chips from the enviroment suits."


"Really now? " He tilited his head to one side, before adding; "Well, it wasn't me." He blinked. Suddenly, he turned and strode to the far wall of his quarters, which wasn't more than a couple meters, and opened the small closet. Denise felt a slight chill as his hand reached into the closet, and withdrew .....


The helmet from his enviroment suit.


He turned it around, so that Denise could see the chip slot was empty on his helmet as well.

She narrowed her eyes. "Of course you'd take the chip from your own helmet."

"I didn't." He replied. "I didn't take the stupid chips alright?" He dropped the helmet on his bunk, and picked up the bag containing his belongings. He stared at her for a moment."I hope you're happy. Nathan kicked me off the ship because of you." He wore a sour look, one not unlike Denise had.

"Nathan kicked you off because you tried to kill my subject. Why, Elias?"


Nickatelli replied; "Later, you'll wish I had." He made to brush past Denise, when she grabbed his arm. "What?" She asked, "What the hell does that mean?"

He pulled his arm back and continued; "I need to go, or I'm going to miss my ride."


She blocked his path, and said; "Then miss it. What did you just say?"

Nickatelli tried to walk around her, and Denise moved to stand in front of him. He pushed her, at the shoulder; not particularly hard, but her heel caught in the soft carpet of the deck and she tripped. She fell backwards into the bulkhead, her shoulders taking most of the fall, but her head hitting the bulkhead with an audible "thump". Dazed, she sat against the bulkhead, and looked up Nickatelli.

"Look, I'm sorry about that. I have to go." He opened the hatch and was gone.


<span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:100%][color=#FFFF00]The Hangar


Gwen Hart turned to Doyle and snapped her fingers; "The brain probe! I knew I forgot something! I'll have to go up and....." At Doyles reaction, she eased her hand down and smiled. "I'm only teasing James."


She slid the case on the table closer to the edge, and turned it so Doyle could have a better view. She spoke; "They'll probably ask you to submit to some medical prodding, but that's gonna be abit. All these people with letters after our names, and not one has "M.D." She took on a sheepish expression; "Not even yours' truly. I guess Donovans' pretty close. He messes with the biochemistry angle. So he might be able to help us figure you out, or possibly grow a hand out of your forehead." She grinned and shook her head as She indicated the case setting on the table. "This stuff is mostly enviromental sensors. We're gonna use it to record the temperature swings that seem to come with your presence here." She glanced at Doyle , eyeing him and then the fighter, before adding; "Which is just damn weird."


She pointed to one of the carts that Angela was rolling closer to one side of the fighter. "Then we have a little assortment of overpriced junk that is gonna help figure things out a little better. Denise was talking about particles going wonky, and well..." She tilted her head, "Particles going wonky is kind of a big deal. That one is for the fast mover kind of stuff, like Tachyons, Neutrinos, and so on, and that one..." She pointed to the cart next to it, "Is for the slower parties like Bradyons."


She stepped a little closer to the fighter, and continued; "So basically, for starters we're going to run souped up versions of the same scans Denise and the others did, only with better scanners, which in this case will get recorded properly, and not......(She frowned)...misplaced."


Angela Wight, had been working quietly while listening to some of Harts' commentary, stopped and looked up at Hart. She had a pained expression on her face, and she spoke; "I didn't lose them! And I definitely didn't lose the one in Denises' suit. She thinks Elias took them." She still looked a little shook up.


"Nickatelli?" Gwen raised an eyebrow. "I've worked with him a couple of times. Seemed pretty level-headed to me. Spun a little tight maybe." She glanced back at Doyle. "Of course, it's those extra responsible types you gotta watch out for....everythings fine then all kablooey. I did hear he got out of control earlier hmm?"


Angela nodded. "Yeah." She cast a knowing look at Doyle. "I wish he'd never come down here. I'd just seen some ....things....with the sensor pack, when that happened."

Hart turned back to Angela; "Things?"

Angela looked between Hart and Doyle, apparently considering if she should continue. "Well...Lieutenant..I saw that you started looking...well, kinda sick after awhile...and when you got back to the ship, to your ship, it looked like.." She was interrupted by an overhead speaker;



**"All hands, we will initiate seperation from the N102 in twenty minutes, that's two zero minutes. If you can hear my voice, and are supposed to be hearing my voice, good job, keep doing that. If you should be hearing the voice of the fella that captains that expensive overweight bucket to our port side, now's the time to start scooting over there. If you are supposed to be hearing my voice, but can't, now's the time to git back over here. Bridge out."**

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