Title: "2084" 1
Author: Quills
Contact: the_quill_pen@yahoo.com
Series: ENT
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star trek and I derive no financial gain from
this story.
Codes: T/Tu angst, drama, romance, humor, action/adventure
Summary: This is a "Somewhere in Time" type story. It takes place in the
Enterprise universe as seen on TV, but about 70 years before Enterprise.
chapter 4
Tucker and T'Pol made their way too the main entrance of 'The Green Parrot'. As they reached the door a burley muscular man came out and blocked their way.
"We ain't open yet," the burley man told them.
"We're not here for drinks 'Moose'." said Tucker.
Myron 'Moose' O'Rourke was not an exceptionally bright individual, but what he lacked in intelligence he made up for in shear size and strength. It was why he got stuck with the moniker 'Moose'. The question that was going through Tucker's mind was...why was he standing outside 'The Green Parrot".
"Awe Crap...Sgt. Tucker... I ain't seen you's in a long time," said the bruiser.
"Well it's nice to see you to 'Moose'," Tucker said with a smile. "What are you doin here."
"Got me a job workin for Mr. Walters," he told him.
""Maybe you should go back to running numbers with the Fiasis...it's more honest," said Trip. "Now, if you'll step aside..."
"Oh, I'm sorry Sgt. Tucker, I can't do that," said 'Moose' almost sincerely apologizing...almost.
"Moose, I don't want any trouble," he said.
"Good, then turn around and get outta here," said 'Moose' . "Boss don't want nobody botherin him."
Tucker turned his head back and flashed T'Pol a wry smile right before he swung a hard right into 'Moose's' gut. The big man winced as Tucker's fist connected with his abdominal muscles...but that was all he did. Tucker stepped back in alarm. This was not what he had intended. As he stepped back, Tucker noticed 'Moose's' expression changed. His face began to redden and his eyes narrowed on Tucker.
"Oh Crap!" said Tucker as 'Moose' made a grab for the detective.
Just then, T'Pol decided it was an opportune time to intervene. Grabbing 'Moose's outstretched arm she applied adequate pressure at the wrist to cause enough discomfort to stop the big man in his tracks. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough discomfort to dissuade him to cease his attack. He raised his other hand making a fist which he thrust right at T'Pol's face. As the fist closed in to make contact, T'Pol steadied herself and waiting for the right moment....raising her arm, she blocking the fist and grabbing the man's other wrist as she did so. Now in possession of both 'Moose's' wrists she increased the pressure forcing the big man to his knees.
"I would advise you to cooperate with us," T'Pol said as she held 'Moose' on his knees. "We are conducting an investigation and your actions will unlawfully interfere in the pursuit of our duty as law enforcement officers."
"I..I don't want no trouble," 'Moose' said as he winced from the pain.
"If I release you," she said. "You will step aside and cease interfering in our investigation?"
Moose shook his head under the pain. "Y-Yes."
"Very well," she said as she released his wrists.
'Moose' held his wrists in pain as he stood up visibly shaken. He looked at T'Pol who remained motionless. Tucker eyed him carefully, not certain if he would back down as he had said. After a few moments, 'Moose' stepped aside and T'Pol proceeded through the door, stopping momentarily to turn around....
"Coming Mr. Tucker," she asked.
Trip Tucker held up his arms in mock defense and smiled "I'm coming."
The two officers walked down the hall that led to the main lounge. "That was quite trick," said Tucker. "How'd ya manage it?"
"Vulcans are considerably stronger than humans," she said. "It was merely a matter of discerning the adequate pressure to apply."
"Stronger huh...how much stronger?" he asked as they stopped at the end of the hall.
She looked at him. "Considerably" she said stressing the word.
"So I better watch my step with you?" he said with a wry smile.
"It would be advisable," she said and proceeded into the main lounge.
Trip shook his head and smiled before following her.
The Vulcan walked straight to the bar where several people were congregating Though she was unfamiliar with Jackson Walters she easily singled him out as the most imposing...as humans said...'A King in his Castle'.
"Jackson Walters," she said as she stopped.
"Sorry honey, auditions for the exotic dancers are Wednesdays," he said with a smile. Several members of his entourage chortled.
"I am not here for an audition Mr. Walters," she said as she produced her credentials.
"I didn't figure you were," he said. "Not with those ears. To bad though...you would give a whole new meaning to the word 'exotic'."
"We are conducting an investigation," she said reinforcing her previous statement.
"We?" he said and looked past her to see 'Trip' Tucker walking up. "Oh shit."
"Nice to see you to 'Profile'," said Tucker.
T'Pol looked at Trip quizzically "Do you always elicit this reaction from individuals?"
"Oh, 'Profile' and I are old friends," he said. "Aren't we?"
"What do you want Tucker?" he grumbled.
"Information," Tucker smiled.
"I don't know anything," he replied.
"Wrong answer," said Trip. "Besides you don't even know the question."
"I know the question," he said. "I don't know nothin."
"If you know the question then you DO know something," said Tucker as he leaned into the man's face and whispered. "Don't make me press for it 'Profile'. I don't want you and I got no time for yer games."
The man looked at Tucker for a moment. 'Trip' could see fear in his face...but who was he afraid of? He was fairly confident it wasn't him.
Walters looked at his entourage and signaled them to make themselves scarce. As soon as they left he spoke.
"Look, I really don't know much," he said "Your lookin for the Vulcan, right?"
'Trip' looked surprised. He knew 'Profile' had an information tap but he had been confident that no one knew that he and T'Pol were hunting a Vulcan.
"Don't be so surprised," said 'Profile'. "You cops may have done a good job keepin it from the public but the words been on the streets since the second killing."
Tucker and T'Pol looked at one another cautiously.
"Not that it means much," added Profile. "No one believes a Vulcan could have anything to do with the murders."
"Thanks for the rueter's press report 'Profile'," said 'Trip' sarcastically. "but we need something useful."
He looked at them both for a moment "Meet me at the Wharf," he told them. "Warehouse 94 off Pier 13...2 AM... I may have something for you."
"Don't play games with us 'Profile'," warned Trip.
"Hey look, I know someone who might have some information," he said. "But he won't talk to cops. Let me talk to him and see what he has to say."
Tucker gave him a hard stare. "Alright, 2'ocolck..the wharf," said Tucker "You better be there."
"Don't worry." he said "I will."
to be continued...........
chapter 4
Tucker and T'Pol made their way too the main entrance of 'The Green Parrot'. As they reached the door a burley muscular man came out and blocked their way.
"We ain't open yet," the burley man told them.
"We're not here for drinks 'Moose'." said Tucker.
Myron 'Moose' O'Rourke was not an exceptionally bright individual, but what he lacked in intelligence he made up for in shear size and strength. It was why he got stuck with the moniker 'Moose'. The question that was going through Tucker's mind was...why was he standing outside 'The Green Parrot".
"Awe Crap...Sgt. Tucker... I ain't seen you's in a long time," said the bruiser.
"Well it's nice to see you to 'Moose'," Tucker said with a smile. "What are you doin here."
"Got me a job workin for Mr. Walters," he told him.
""Maybe you should go back to running numbers with the Fiasis...it's more honest," said Trip. "Now, if you'll step aside..."
"Oh, I'm sorry Sgt. Tucker, I can't do that," said 'Moose' almost sincerely apologizing...almost.
"Moose, I don't want any trouble," he said.
"Good, then turn around and get outta here," said 'Moose' . "Boss don't want nobody botherin him."
Tucker turned his head back and flashed T'Pol a wry smile right before he swung a hard right into 'Moose's' gut. The big man winced as Tucker's fist connected with his abdominal muscles...but that was all he did. Tucker stepped back in alarm. This was not what he had intended. As he stepped back, Tucker noticed 'Moose's' expression changed. His face began to redden and his eyes narrowed on Tucker.
"Oh Crap!" said Tucker as 'Moose' made a grab for the detective.
Just then, T'Pol decided it was an opportune time to intervene. Grabbing 'Moose's outstretched arm she applied adequate pressure at the wrist to cause enough discomfort to stop the big man in his tracks. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough discomfort to dissuade him to cease his attack. He raised his other hand making a fist which he thrust right at T'Pol's face. As the fist closed in to make contact, T'Pol steadied herself and waiting for the right moment....raising her arm, she blocking the fist and grabbing the man's other wrist as she did so. Now in possession of both 'Moose's' wrists she increased the pressure forcing the big man to his knees.
"I would advise you to cooperate with us," T'Pol said as she held 'Moose' on his knees. "We are conducting an investigation and your actions will unlawfully interfere in the pursuit of our duty as law enforcement officers."
"I..I don't want no trouble," 'Moose' said as he winced from the pain.
"If I release you," she said. "You will step aside and cease interfering in our investigation?"
Moose shook his head under the pain. "Y-Yes."
"Very well," she said as she released his wrists.
'Moose' held his wrists in pain as he stood up visibly shaken. He looked at T'Pol who remained motionless. Tucker eyed him carefully, not certain if he would back down as he had said. After a few moments, 'Moose' stepped aside and T'Pol proceeded through the door, stopping momentarily to turn around....
"Coming Mr. Tucker," she asked.
Trip Tucker held up his arms in mock defense and smiled "I'm coming."
The two officers walked down the hall that led to the main lounge. "That was quite trick," said Tucker. "How'd ya manage it?"
"Vulcans are considerably stronger than humans," she said. "It was merely a matter of discerning the adequate pressure to apply."
"Stronger huh...how much stronger?" he asked as they stopped at the end of the hall.
She looked at him. "Considerably" she said stressing the word.
"So I better watch my step with you?" he said with a wry smile.
"It would be advisable," she said and proceeded into the main lounge.
Trip shook his head and smiled before following her.
The Vulcan walked straight to the bar where several people were congregating Though she was unfamiliar with Jackson Walters she easily singled him out as the most imposing...as humans said...'A King in his Castle'.
"Jackson Walters," she said as she stopped.
"Sorry honey, auditions for the exotic dancers are Wednesdays," he said with a smile. Several members of his entourage chortled.
"I am not here for an audition Mr. Walters," she said as she produced her credentials.
"I didn't figure you were," he said. "Not with those ears. To bad though...you would give a whole new meaning to the word 'exotic'."
"We are conducting an investigation," she said reinforcing her previous statement.
"We?" he said and looked past her to see 'Trip' Tucker walking up. "Oh shit."
"Nice to see you to 'Profile'," said Tucker.
T'Pol looked at Trip quizzically "Do you always elicit this reaction from individuals?"
"Oh, 'Profile' and I are old friends," he said. "Aren't we?"
"What do you want Tucker?" he grumbled.
"Information," Tucker smiled.
"I don't know anything," he replied.
"Wrong answer," said Trip. "Besides you don't even know the question."
"I know the question," he said. "I don't know nothin."
"If you know the question then you DO know something," said Tucker as he leaned into the man's face and whispered. "Don't make me press for it 'Profile'. I don't want you and I got no time for yer games."
The man looked at Tucker for a moment. 'Trip' could see fear in his face...but who was he afraid of? He was fairly confident it wasn't him.
Walters looked at his entourage and signaled them to make themselves scarce. As soon as they left he spoke.
"Look, I really don't know much," he said "Your lookin for the Vulcan, right?"
'Trip' looked surprised. He knew 'Profile' had an information tap but he had been confident that no one knew that he and T'Pol were hunting a Vulcan.
"Don't be so surprised," said 'Profile'. "You cops may have done a good job keepin it from the public but the words been on the streets since the second killing."
Tucker and T'Pol looked at one another cautiously.
"Not that it means much," added Profile. "No one believes a Vulcan could have anything to do with the murders."
"Thanks for the rueter's press report 'Profile'," said 'Trip' sarcastically. "but we need something useful."
He looked at them both for a moment "Meet me at the Wharf," he told them. "Warehouse 94 off Pier 13...2 AM... I may have something for you."
"Don't play games with us 'Profile'," warned Trip.
"Hey look, I know someone who might have some information," he said. "But he won't talk to cops. Let me talk to him and see what he has to say."
Tucker gave him a hard stare. "Alright, 2'ocolck..the wharf," said Tucker "You better be there."
"Don't worry." he said "I will."
to be continued...........