>"Well, Garibaldi," she said as Jack finished the checklist and sent a
> >request to depart to Spacedock Control, "I don't know what you've got up
> >your sleeve, but if you're thinking about competing in the smuggling
world,
> >I'd suggest losing the military stripes first."
> >
> > "That would be a fine suggestion if we were going to a trading
station
> >and not a Starfleet installation." he relied wryly, wicked smile and
all.
>
> She chuckled. "Imagine. You're willingly taking *me* into a Starfleet
> installation. Times do change."
>
> Jack looked at her, and she nodded. "We have departure clearance," she
told
> Garibaldi.
>
> In a few minutes, they were on their way with the rest of the space
> flotsam...
>
"Funny you being willing to go to a classified Starfleet facility"
Garibaldi countered after departure. "Even funnier you shacking up with the
only son of the CinC of Starfleet... mind telling me the kind of scam you
are pulling with the kid?" he asked as plainly as one woudl ask for the
salt.
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