Re: Introducing the resident Private Eye.

Sorry - typo's. Miranda should be saying that it was still in her
pocket, not till in her pocket....
--- In JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com, "Adam" <aethompson@a...>
wrote:
>
> Who: Eric Lustbader
> Where: Ganymede
> When: Flashback Sequence - when the BD was there.
>
> Eric unlocked the door to his office, and sniffed. Something
smelled
> wrong. He yanked his door open and dived behind the wall in the
> corridor of the seedy motel. He heard gunfire. He got up and ran
> outside, but not before pressing a button on his keychain. He
> hadn't used it before, especially not while in his office, because
> it set off a trap - blowing up his office and whatever and whoever
> is in it.
>
> He knew who it was - a Ganfia hitman. (Ganfia is the local
Ganymede
> Mafia). That stupid bent cop set him up.
>
> 'Oh well,' he thought, 'time to get off this lousy rock.'
>
> Now the Ganfia will have him high on their hitlist, and the force
> will be none too happy with him either, due to the news coverage
> this will be bound to attract.
>
> Eric ran to the fire escape and slid down the bannisters, taking a
> Scruncheon (Shock Truncheon) out of his coat to whack any Ganfia
> cronies who may have been waiting there. Fortunatley he found
none,
> but he fell off the bannister with half a floor to go to the road.
>
> Landing softly in a garbage bin, Eric got out, remarkably clean.
> This was because it wasn't a real garbage bin - he had placed it
> there for this purpose, and placed special matts that would
easily
> break someone's fall.
>
> He hit a brick on the motel wall his his Scruncheon and a trick
wall
> rose up, revealing a classic 2063 Austin Healy convertable. Eric
> jumped into it and sped away from the building, as police, fire
and
> ambulance services arrived in wailing tones.
>
> Eric opened a secret panel in his car and removed a wad of cash as
e
> pulled into the space docks. He looked at the list of vessels
that
> were hiring, but couldn't find any. One, however, looked
suitable.
> The Blue Dwarf, a mining ship, seemed to be taking anybody. He
drove
> his car to the cargo entrance of the BD, got out and ran to the
> personnel entrance. He dumped some cash on the desk of the
> Recruitment Officer and hurriedly filled out a form.
>
> "I've got some cargo." said Eric. "I hope that covers it."
>
> Eric ran back to his car, leaving behind a stunned Recruitment
> Officer and drove his car into the cargo deck.
>
>
> Who: Eric Lustbader, Miranda Bell
> Where: Parrots Bar
> When: Present time.
>
> "And that's how I ended up on this ship." Said Eric.
>
> "That's a nice story." Miranda replied, only half listening as she
> had been busy operating the bar all day due to Efof being
elsewhere.
>
> "It looks very quiet in here today." Eric said, looking around
from
> his drink.
>
> "I think something important is happening." Miranda said,
> thinking. "Most of my important customers are absent, down on the
> surface or something. It's been a bit hush-hush lately."
>
> "Oh. I haven't been paying much attention lately - I think I've
been
> moping around lately - I'm not used to having nothing to do."
>
> A few customers walked out.
>
> "Well, nice meeting you Eric, but you're the only customer left.
I
> may as well pack up now."
>
> Miranda started to clean the bar, and instructed some of the
kitchen
> staff to clean the tables. Next, Miranda started to tally the till.
>
> "Oh my. Let me double check." Miranda seemed alarmed.
>
> "What's the matter?" Eric asked.
>
> "I think some money's missing." She replied. "I'm fifty dollars
> short!" She exclaimed as she finished double checking the till.
>
> Eric's eyes lit up. "Let me help you!" Eric nearly jumped up off
his
> seat. "This is right up my alley." Eric's eyes shone with
purpose.
>
> "Oh, it's alright." Miranda said. "I found it. It was till in my
> pocket. I think I've been working too long. Oh well Eric, I had
> better get to bed, because I'm working again all day tomorrow."
>
> Eric looked very disappointed again and sighed.
>
> "Oh, it's okay. I'm getting paid alot for all this overtime,
> however I'm too busy to spend any of it!"
>
> Eric walked out of the bar as Miranda finished locking up and went
> straight to her quarters - almost. 'I always miss that turn,'
> Miranda muttered to herself.
>
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