Replacing what was lost
Dirk was walking to McKenzies to replace a few of the items lost in the
destruction of his room. Thankfully, some of his stuff was in his office in the
science bay. But there were many things that weren't. Such as his TV, for
instance, and many of his clothes. Now, he had to buy news ones.
He walked into the store and was immediately harrassed by an employee. "Can I
help you, sir?" the man asked.
"I'm just looking for a few replacement uniforms right now."
"We have an excellent selection. Right this way." The man pulled Dirk over to
a rack and began showing him different uniforms. "And this one has a nice gold
trim, which will impress the ladies."
"Listen, bub, I don't need a uniform to impress ladies. I need a uniform to
wear to work. That's it."
"But this one makes you stand out. People will take notice of you more in
this," the man continued.
"I told you, all I want is a regular uniform. You see this one I'm wearing?
Three more of these. That's it. No gold trim, no silver pin stripes, no
platnium cuff-links. Just three standard issue Space Corp Science Personel
uniforms. Got that?!"
"Yes, sir," the man pulled out three uniforms to Dirk's description and handed
them over. "Now, if you'll follow me, there's some very nice footware that'll
complement these uniforms."
"Don't make me hurt you," Dirk replied. He walked away to gather some more
shirts, pants, and so forth for "casual time." He made his purchase and left
the store.
He had been assigned a new room, since his old one was no longer inhabitable.
Dirk dropped his purchases off and walked towards his old resting place. The
doors had been blown clean off. The frame, floor, and ceiling leading out of
the room were charred. The room itself was black also. There was not much left
in the room. The explosion had cracked the window, causing most of the contents
to be sucked out into the vacum of space before the emergency seal closed. He
was surprised how far a small time crook like Fingers would go to get revenge
over something as small as being caught red handed. But that was over now.
Dirk had seen to that. "I need a drink."
He entered Parrotts to see half of the patrons watching the large screen. He
had asked someone what it was. They had said it was some Big Brother show. He
personally coudln't see the attraction to reality shows. But, different strokes
for different folks. "Bartender, a beer."
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