Returning to the barracks

[Tom Servo 0]

As Tom was lifting the beam/joist/strut to the roof, Eagle said that it was time to head back to the barracks, and promptly dropped the support section to the ground, as he waked away briskly, letting it fall wherever.

 

As he walked away from the work site, he grabbed a writing instrument they had been using, and the work order that had been left for them when they arrived.

 

Once the team arrived at the barracks, Tom settled in his bunk sitting against the head board with the light near by. He looks around briefly, and sneaks out a photo that was tucked inside his uniform, trying to conceal it from view.

 

Tom takes out the work order, and quickly skims the front of the page with all the work that has been laid out for them by their handlers, then flips it over to the blank back side of it.

 

"Dear Daena,

 

I hope that this note will not get to you, but if it has, that means that I did not make it off this forsaken planet. There is so much to tell you about our experiences here, but the short of it is that it is the worst place to work.

 

They placed us in these barracks that, to their credit, shelter us from the elements, but offer none of the finer things in life, like a good home replicated meal. The justice system here is a joke, attempts to delay the trial were met with a vicious rebuttal from both the judges and the prosecutor. Our public advocate did not help too much, and seemed almost relieved that he was rid of us once the judges passed sentence.

 

I will spare you the details of our sentence, but needless to say, it makes the Cardassian labour camps look like a field trip.

 

Thinking of you,

-Tom"

 

He put the writing instrument down and looked over his note then folded it up. After sitting for a few moments more, he tucked the photo and the note back into his uniform and looked around the barracks to see if anyone had noticed him writing.