Putting in the Plug
Ensign Sato knew the communications system was going to be the next thing to go when she closed communications with engineering and Commander Tucker, who didn't sound quite himself. Malcolm and T'Pol were have little success locating the elusive leak, which was probably all but invisible to the human eye. Archer tugged at her arm as he saw her looking at them.
"Hoshi, with your hearing you might have better luck. I'll try to disable these damn alarms." Archer told her, moving her out of his way.
"Yes, sir." she nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to remember the exercise T'Pol had taught her while aboard a Klingon vessel.
When the sirens ceased their wailing and silence filled the bridge, Hoshi heard the sound of a soft hiss, and she knew exactly where it was coming from.
"Over there!" she yelled pointing to an area just below the right side of the view screen.
Malcolm, who was nearest to the screen, practically leapt for the area to which she had pointed and began feeling the bulkhead. In only seconds his fingertips detected a cool spot and a wisp of air flowing out of the bridge. He pressed his index finger over the hole and breathed a sigh of relief.
"I've got it, sir!" he informed Archer.
"Well, don't let it go, Mister Reed." he said, smiling with relief before turning his attention to T'Pol and Crewman Monroe, formerly the helmsman. "Now we need something to patch that hole with." the captain told them.
"Other than my finger. What am I? The little Dutch boy?" muttered Malcolm uncomfortably.
Hoshi, the only one who caught the remark, giggled and asked, "Does anyone have some chewing gum?"
T'Pol only raised an eyebrow, but Archer grinned and started toward his ready room.
"I think I may have the answer to our dilemma." he said.
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