He guessed that sooner or later, he would be caught. So, he kept recording. The story was worth it.
"By the power invested in me by the Holy Catholic Church, the United Federation of Planets, the Tricameron and the Praetoreate, I hereby declare you man and wife, and bondmates," O'Malley said, the smile growing wider.
She stepped into his arms for the kiss that was as much a seal in her culture > as it was in his.
From his position, Roach smiled. It was not a friendly one.
He did not have to wait long. Right in the center of his recording stepped Lt. Phillips, filling the screen with his gold uniform.
"Sir, you are in a restricted area. Turn off your recording device. Now."
Roach fell on his backside and landed with a *whoosh* when the breath was knocked out of his lungs. The camera was jolted from his grasp and slammed against a nearby palm tree.
"What the h***?" he gasped.
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