Roach heard this and felt a physical stabbing as he realized his dream for a
Pulitzer was no more. He gasped and fainted dead away, collapsing towards the
ground.
"Crap....", said Turner as he whipped out his tricorder. "I'm no doctor, but he's not dead just unconscious. But to be safe... Your medical facilities or mine, Tanaka?"
"If you don't mind two of my guys coming along, yours."
"Not a problem. Phillips, get Mr. Roach and the agents to Spacedock."
"Aye, sir."
Moments later they were gone.
With the sun set and the promise of a balmly moonlit night, all was quiet except
the surf in the distance.
(ooc: poor guy. but who knows when "le cafard" will return? i suspect we have
not heard the last of him. certainly carrhae and matthew have not. ;-} )
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