"Supply and Demand" (Mature)

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7.21.06 (2397)

ISS Agincourt ICC-81762

“Supply and Demand” (Mature)

 

(A joint log by Levy and JoNs)

 

Lt. JoNs strode down the corridor leading to the main sickbay entrance, carrying a small sized plasteel container by the handle. The doors whooshed open obligingly, admitting the Caitian officer to the inner domain of the sickbay. Her feline eyes searched for Dr. Desdemona Levy.

 

Mona looked up from the padd she had been reading in her office. She quickly stood up and walked to the door and looked around for Kansas. She caught the Lt's gaze and motioned for her to come in

 

Kansas headed over to the doctors office with the merchandise in tow. She nodded politely to Levy as she passed her. "Doctor. That shipment that you had security looking for finally came in..." It was a bald face lie, purely for show in case anyone was listening. This meeting had been planned in advance weeks ago between the two female officers. .

 

Mona smiled and let Kansas enter. With a quick motion she locked the doors behind her and walked back to her desk. "So Lt JoNs, come to steal more of my hypo sprays?"

 

With a good natured smirk, the Caitian set the container down on the office desk and regarded the CMO. "Only if there is a profit in it for the two of us, eh?" Her clawed fingertips deftly entered a series of commands into the containers numerical grid, popping the top with a hiss. Kansas reached in and removed five credit sticks, wrapped in a bundle, tossing them to Levy. They clattered across the surface of the desk. "That last batch yielded some very good prices.” The Caitian smiled, baring her fangs.

 

Picking up the bundle she quickly glanced over it. "I am one of the best at this type of thing. I have been doing it for long enough." She gave the Caitian a sweet smile. "So what are our clients looking like these days? I assume the drugs are doing what they are supposed to."

 

"The trade on the Agincourt has dropped off lately, but we still have a couple clients going in the marines. They look like danged walking Neanderthals, but hey, that is the price for strength and stamina." She pointed a claw at the brightly colored cred sticks. "Most of that profit came from the star base layover during our last shore leave."

 

Mona nodded slightly. She ran her fingers slowly across the stack of credits. Not even looking up at the Caitian she harshly said. "Maybe you should try and do you job a little better. I have carried out my part of this deal."

 

Kansas showed no emotion, other then the low tone of growling that entered her purred voice. "Don't ###### me off Doctor Levy. We've been through this before; I sell where the customers are. The crew is getting wary of the command staff catching on; therefore, I and my contacts need to wait until we dock at a star base to sell the stuff, at least for now. You know you could do a little scouting now and then as well." Her tail lashed.

 

Mona crossed her arms over her chest and stared at Kansas across the table. "My dear Kansas, I didn't mean to make you angry. All I am saying is we must all stay on top of things." A smile spread across her face. "And as for the command staff...you forget the type of authority I have. Please don't trouble yourself with that type of thought."

 

"Mmmm-hmmm." The feline security officer lifted an eyebrow. “Do you have the next batch of medical" - she cleared her throat -” supplies ready or not?

 

Mona tapped a small console on her desk and a drawer opened and the side of the desk. She carefully pulled out a small silver case. Setting it on the desk she pushed it across the table. "Of course. I believe it is one of my better batches. I had a nice young Marine tell me so the other day." she paused a moment "you see Kansas, I do really do more than you think"

 

Kansas looked down and fingered the plain silver case for moment before locking her green slitted eyes back onto the medical officer. "I don't doubt it. I just hope that the jarhead was one of the smarter ones. Wouldn't want you to lower yourself or anything Doctor."

 

She chuckled slightly to herself. "One of my smarter ones? I don't think it will be a problem, he didn't even know what he had taken. Most men don't ask if a pretty girl gives them something. It doesn't help that I am a telepath either."

 

Again Kansas raised an eyebrow at Levy, particularly the telepath comment. “No, I can imagine where that is a handy little talent to have...but I do hope you aren't reading my thoughts on a regular basis." A feral smile punctuated the statement. "Wouldn’t want you to have access to any type of security codes that you wouldn’t want to be caught...dead with."

 

The doctor fixed her black eyes on the Caitian for a few moments and then just smiles. "My dear JoNs, I would never do anything like that. It would be a breach of trust."

 

Green eyes and black eyes locked for a moment, mirror images, each holding an equal darkness in their depths. "Of course. Doctor Levy."

 

Lt. Doctor Desdemona Levy

Chief Medical Officer

 

Lieutenant M.S. “Kansas” JoNs

Chief Tactical-Assistant Security Officer

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Your awsome for posting our log.