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yeoman-tamura:
[text] HOW???? [text] I’ll just have a cake pop then 😞😞😞 [text] also my bus was a little late so I’ll be there about 5 minutes later than I said :0
[text] I don’t know! It’s a crime! [text] I’ll get you one of each flavour :P Gotta try them all! [text] Don’t worry about it, I’ve got the whole day free. Take your time!
“Excuse me, I think you dropped this.”
Scotty blinked at the woman who’d touched his shoulder lightly from behind, then smiled. He took his omnitool with a grateful nod. Good thing she’d noticed him dropping it, or he might have never found the thing again.
“Aye, thank you. What’s your name? Don’t think Ah’ve seen you around here much before.”
Who's Protecting Whom, Now?
"Listen, yeoman. We need to clear this floor out right now. Things are about to get ugly and fast."
He put a hand on the young woman standing next to him and shoved her to the ground, getting her out of the range of fire. Quickly, the CMO took cover behind an empty biobed and aimed for the shadowy figures shooting at him, cursing as they shot out the lights. Whoever they were, they had some pretty heavy artillery, and McCoy could feel the heat of the next shot go all the way up his forearm as his phaser ricocheted out of his hand.
"Son of a bitch," he muttered as he dropped behind the biobed completely, watching the men opening and dumping drawers. With a snarl, he hit the communicator pinned to his chest.
"Jim, get security to medical. I can't clear floors as fast as these fuckers are moving, and we're running out of space to retreat to."
