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Taelya_

Meanwhile in Main Sec

Back against the wall , the veteran security officer was resting his eyes. Not entirely asleep, he was fully aware of the quiet commotion around him.

 

Mattingly and Decatur muttering to each other across the room obviously not thrilled to have been elected for the away team. Spencer interrupting them from time to time , saying that if he were in their place he wouldn't be complaining.

 

"The only reason *I* wasn't chosen was because I failed the projectile weapons proficiency test. And you all know I only failed it because that Marine bloke has something against me!"

 

Across the room, Jeff Yates' eyes fluttered for a second, trying hard to avoid a loud chuckle. A faint smile on his face, the Bajoran officer nodded in a non committal way in response to Spencer's assessment.

 

Yates opened his eyes, scanning Main Security. From what he could see, Caine was at her desk , concentrated on a PADD, probably committing to memory what little information was available concerning their available target. The chief was a thorough woman.

 

Mattingly and Decatur were now sitting in a corner, wolfing down a freshly replicated sandwich, getting their energy levels up before a very possibly dangerous mission was probably a good thing to do, Yates thought, but then again so was resting. Decatur periodically glanced Jeff's way, trying to figure out how he could possibly be able to sleep at a time such at this.

 

The worried look on the young security officers face told Yates that Decatur most certainly thought that the sandwich he was eating would be his last meal. Yates raised an eyebrow as he faced the possibly that his younger colleague could, indeed, be right.

 

The middle aged security lieutenant shifted his weight , still furtively scanning the rest of the room. Bulldog was also eating in silence across from Decatur, only stopping in between bites to nod at one or another of Spencer's comments, who was sitting on his left, starring at the rifles with envy while rambling out loud.

 

Mattingly appeared much calmer than David. That did not really surprise Yates; he had worked side by side with plenty of Bajorans in the latest years of his 24 years and counting career. They tend to be good reliable people in possibly explosive situations. Yates knew if things went south, Mattingly would have his back.

 

Yates closed his eyes again. The Marines that formed the rest of the away team would be coming down to main sec soon and , being a gambling man, Jeff was willing to bet the place would get a little too crowded and noisy to take a nap.

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