Always Check your Pockets

[DesdemonaLevy 0]

Always Check you Pockets

 

 

Mona stood in the small cell. She glanced around trying once again to find anyway out. It did not seem to be of any use, but maybe she might have something that could give her a bit of an advantage. Quickly she began to pull anything out her lab coat pockets that might be of use. “Lets take a bit of inventory… 1 tricorder.” She opened it and tried to get some readings. The tricorder screen was blank. “Damn it” She threw the useless piece of equipment across the room. “What’s next…1 phaser. I have a feeling this will be just as helpful as my tricorder.” She fired the phaser at a nearby wall. Nothing happened. “Fancy that another useless Starfleet issued piece.” She tossed it in the same direction as the tricorder. “And last but certainly not least. What doctor is complete without a hypospray.” Mona stared at the hypospray for a moment, trying to remember what was in its. “Oh yes, that lovely sedative I grabbed in case of emergency.” A smile crept across her face. She put the hypo back in her pocket. “I will save you for later.” Mona closed her eyes for a moment trying to find anyone’s thoughts. Her eyes quickly fluttered open and she hit her fist against the floor. “I can’t get a lock on anyone. Whoever is in charge of this ship we are on must have some sort of telepathic dampening field.” She let out a sigh. “So what do we have left, an impaired telepath with a crap phaser, a faulty tricorder and a sedative.” She shook her head as a small smile crept across her face. “Guess I will have to fight my way out.”