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I'll just have to make money through sweat and tears like everyone else.
Thanks to all of my lovely reviewers! I just love getting reviews! Reviews brighten up a bad day, and I've been having a lot of bad days lately.
On with the story!
Moments after Captain Picard and Zandile materialized in the shadows of the abandoned warehouse; there was a noise near some stacked crates and voices. Zandile was the first to notice it, and warned Captain Picard. They ducked around a corner. Several anxious moments passed as footsteps came nearer, and then retreated before going around the corner.
Zandile peeked around, and saw several Romulan children playing. It was a false alarm. She sighed in relief. They walked silently out the door at the end of the hallway they had hidden in, and into a brightly sunlit street.
Romulan merchants were starting to close shops for a lunch break. Children played in the streets. Everywhere people were walking, strolling, and window shopping. Zandile and Captain Picard weren't spare a second glance by any of the shoppers.
A few hours later, they had found the street that led to the tunnel that led to where Spock and the rebel leaders were hiding. By the time they found it, though, early evening was settling over the city. Captain Picard found a place for them to stay the night, because it would be dangerous for them to wander the streets after dark.
People were already leaving the streets in the part of the city they were in, the worst part. Gangs roamed in the darkness, and military patrols were also common. Neither group would be pleasant to meet in the dark.
The inn was small, but cozy, for a Romulan establishment. The innkeeper was surprised to have such wealthy customers, and treated Captain Picard and Zandile like royalty. They had the best rooms in the inn, and good (at least to someone who had eaten Klingon food for a week) food. Captain Picard had brought along latinum; a currency accepted anywhere, to pay for stuff.
The next morning dawned cloudy, and rainy. Zandile touched up Captain Picard's disguise and recommended that he not let his disguise get wet. Then they paid the innkeeper, and left to find Spock's hideout.
They didn't even get halfway down the street.
(A/N should I end the chapter here? Hmmm... I couldn't be that mean.)
Captain Picard was using an umbrella to protect his disguise from the rain. There weren't as many people on the streets today. Anyone who was out was walking quickly to his or her destination. There was no crowd to hide in, a fact that condemned Captain Picard and Zandile.
A heavy gust of wind tugged at the umbrella, and blew it inside out. Captain Picard wrestled to get is back together, getting wet in the downpour that was starting. A military patrol saw them struggling with the umbrella, and came over to help Captian Picard (whom they thought was a rich merchant). Captain Picard and Zandile tried to get rid of them as quickly as possible, but the rain that Zandile had warned against had already done its damage.
"Hey, you aren't a Romulan!" said the patrol leader, noticing Picard. His wig was askew from the wind and the rain, and the wetness was starting to damage the makeup Zandile had carefully applied on his ears and eyebrows. "Grab them!" shouted the patrol leader.
"Run Ensign!" cried Captain Picard, as the Romulans struggled to restrain him.
"No sir, It's my duty to protect you!"
"That's and order, Ensign!" Yelled Picard, knocking over a Romulan as Zandile punched another one trying to grab the captain. Captain Picard tried to yell something else, but the patrol leader grabbed his disrupter, and stunned Captain Picard.
Zandile tried to fight off the last three Romulans, who had piled atop her. She felt smothered and hot. There was no fresh air, and someone's shirt was gagging her face. Zandile lashed out feebly, as she stumbled and fought for breath.
She was loosing consciousness, and she knew it. Her perspective was detached, like she had left her own body. She still felt the stifling heat and shortness of breath. The Romulans wouldn't move until she stopped fighting, and she wouldn't go down without a fight.
A swoon of dizziness overcame her. She collapsed on the street, and vaguely felt the soldiers get off her as she stopped fighting and fainted. She gasped for a breath of fresh air, and knew no more. Her last thought was that she had lasted longer in that fight than a normal human would have, but not long enough to win.
Well, there you have it. Another chapter. I'm sorry it's so short. I promise the next one will be longer, but I couldn't add more and still leave a cliffhanger or suspense or something. I like not having a lot of homework. I don't really like having soccer practice and stuff to do all the time. I promise I'll write more on Friday, when we don't have any school.
Thanks to all of my lovely reviewers! I just love getting reviews! Reviews brighten up a bad day, and I've been having a lot of bad days lately.
On with the story!
Moments after Captain Picard and Zandile materialized in the shadows of the abandoned warehouse; there was a noise near some stacked crates and voices. Zandile was the first to notice it, and warned Captain Picard. They ducked around a corner. Several anxious moments passed as footsteps came nearer, and then retreated before going around the corner.
Zandile peeked around, and saw several Romulan children playing. It was a false alarm. She sighed in relief. They walked silently out the door at the end of the hallway they had hidden in, and into a brightly sunlit street.
Romulan merchants were starting to close shops for a lunch break. Children played in the streets. Everywhere people were walking, strolling, and window shopping. Zandile and Captain Picard weren't spare a second glance by any of the shoppers.
A few hours later, they had found the street that led to the tunnel that led to where Spock and the rebel leaders were hiding. By the time they found it, though, early evening was settling over the city. Captain Picard found a place for them to stay the night, because it would be dangerous for them to wander the streets after dark.
People were already leaving the streets in the part of the city they were in, the worst part. Gangs roamed in the darkness, and military patrols were also common. Neither group would be pleasant to meet in the dark.
The inn was small, but cozy, for a Romulan establishment. The innkeeper was surprised to have such wealthy customers, and treated Captain Picard and Zandile like royalty. They had the best rooms in the inn, and good (at least to someone who had eaten Klingon food for a week) food. Captain Picard had brought along latinum; a currency accepted anywhere, to pay for stuff.
The next morning dawned cloudy, and rainy. Zandile touched up Captain Picard's disguise and recommended that he not let his disguise get wet. Then they paid the innkeeper, and left to find Spock's hideout.
They didn't even get halfway down the street.
(A/N should I end the chapter here? Hmmm... I couldn't be that mean.)
Captain Picard was using an umbrella to protect his disguise from the rain. There weren't as many people on the streets today. Anyone who was out was walking quickly to his or her destination. There was no crowd to hide in, a fact that condemned Captain Picard and Zandile.
A heavy gust of wind tugged at the umbrella, and blew it inside out. Captain Picard wrestled to get is back together, getting wet in the downpour that was starting. A military patrol saw them struggling with the umbrella, and came over to help Captian Picard (whom they thought was a rich merchant). Captain Picard and Zandile tried to get rid of them as quickly as possible, but the rain that Zandile had warned against had already done its damage.
"Hey, you aren't a Romulan!" said the patrol leader, noticing Picard. His wig was askew from the wind and the rain, and the wetness was starting to damage the makeup Zandile had carefully applied on his ears and eyebrows. "Grab them!" shouted the patrol leader.
"Run Ensign!" cried Captain Picard, as the Romulans struggled to restrain him.
"No sir, It's my duty to protect you!"
"That's and order, Ensign!" Yelled Picard, knocking over a Romulan as Zandile punched another one trying to grab the captain. Captain Picard tried to yell something else, but the patrol leader grabbed his disrupter, and stunned Captain Picard.
Zandile tried to fight off the last three Romulans, who had piled atop her. She felt smothered and hot. There was no fresh air, and someone's shirt was gagging her face. Zandile lashed out feebly, as she stumbled and fought for breath.
She was loosing consciousness, and she knew it. Her perspective was detached, like she had left her own body. She still felt the stifling heat and shortness of breath. The Romulans wouldn't move until she stopped fighting, and she wouldn't go down without a fight.
A swoon of dizziness overcame her. She collapsed on the street, and vaguely felt the soldiers get off her as she stopped fighting and fainted. She gasped for a breath of fresh air, and knew no more. Her last thought was that she had lasted longer in that fight than a normal human would have, but not long enough to win.
Well, there you have it. Another chapter. I'm sorry it's so short. I promise the next one will be longer, but I couldn't add more and still leave a cliffhanger or suspense or something. I like not having a lot of homework. I don't really like having soccer practice and stuff to do all the time. I promise I'll write more on Friday, when we don't have any school.