Accidental discoveries
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Seymour picked up his magnifying glass again and scanned the
room. "Well if there nothing else to be found out here, maybe we
should find Keto and ask him some questions. Have the suspects been
questioned?"
"Not fully yet no." said Phil.
"Good, letsÂ…" Just as Seymour spoke, Dr Keto entered the medibay
with fresh laundry draped over his arm.
"GET HIM!" Cried Seymour.
Phil leaped at Keto, spurred on by the moment and power of
suggestion.
Keto yelped and dropped his washing in surprise.
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While Phil and company were busy in the medibay, McJohn took the
opportunity to dress himself and slip discreetly out of the security
offices.
Or, at least, that had been the plan.
As he was rounding the corner he bumped into a very large security
guard, who immediately tried to restrain him. McJohn lunged out of
the way and crawled under a desk. The guard tried to follow him but
McJohn kicked him in the face hard. Almost too hard. The off-
balance flunky crashed into a computer terminal on a nearby table,
sending it crashing to the floor. The guard rushed back at McJohn,
who grabbed the man's arm and threw him into a row of filing
cabinets. A large model of a Starbug teetered atop the shaking
cabinets, then fell on the guard's head, knocking him out.
McJohn stood up, then looked at the computer printer next to the
fallen terminal. It was spitting out some pages of data about
Jasmine's movements. He picked up the final sheet. It mentioned the
Medical Supplies deck.
McJohn stuffed the paper into his pocket and rushed out to find Elian
Sandoval.
* * *
Later, McJohn and Sandoval found themselves alone on the Medical
Supplies deck. McJohn had a .44 Magnum stuck into his jacket pocket,
just for safety's sake (his own, primarily.) Elian sniffed the stale
air, then gagged. McJohn did the same.
"Somebody musta spilled a gallon or two of wood alcohol down here!"
"Si. It smells like my cousin's living room in Fort Worth."
McJohn looked around, then belatedly switched on his flashlight.
"Ah ha," he said decisively, "there's the answer. A broken bottle.
No, about four of them. Somebody must of had quite a party down here."
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