Title: "2084"
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 5
"You know...you were a real pro in there T'Pol," Trip said as he smiled at her.
The Vulcan continued walking ahead of him "May I remind you that I AM a professional."
Trip Tucker laughed and shook his head.
Pausing for a moment, T'Pol turned back "But thank you," she added.
"Well, we have a few..." he started but stopped as he looked past the Vulcan.
"A few what Sergeant?"
"T'Pol, turn around and look across the street, but don't look like yer lookin," said Tucker.
T'pol turned casually and looked across the street. She was uncertain what it was she was looking for.then she saw it. Two men were entering a storefront. This wasn't out of the ordinary except for the fact that they were dressed in long raincoats...in 89 % Florida weather.
"You see em," asked Tucker, his back to the street.
"Yes, they are just entering a business," replied T'Pol.
"I think they're gonna rob the place," said Tucker.
T'Pol raised a brow, "Given their current dress mode I would say that was a logical summation."
"Really?" he said smiling, "Maybe I'd make a good Vulcan"
T'Pol looked at him "Perhaps in the next life. What do you propose we do?"
"I think we should take a little stroll over there and investigate," he told her.
"Should we not contact your dispatch station for reinforcements?" she asked wearily.
"No time, whatever they're gonna do is gonna go down now."
T'Pol looked across the street again. Turning back to Tucker she pulled her disruptor out. "Then let us proceed. I will circle around to the rear of the store. You move to the front. I will signal you when I am in position."
God she was something else he thought "Anything else?"
"Yes," she said as she began to cross the street. " 'watch your ass' "
Trip smiled, wondering where she picked that phrase. "You watch my ass."
Trip headed down to the end of the block, cutting across at the intersection, he then made his way back up the opposite side of the street. Coming to the edge of the store front he leaned over carefully to see what was happening. No good news...both perps were casing the store...one in the back and the other hanging out by the slushy machine. There were three customers and two clerks...this was going to complicate things.
T'Pol made her way around the back and came up the alleyway to the store's rear entrance. She peered in the opening and could see the two clerks at the counter. She needed to position herself for a more informative view.
"Hey baby doll," came a slurred voice by the store dumpster.
T'Pol looked at the dumpster and saw a human male slumped against the side of it.
"Sir, I suggest you vacate this area. We are currently attempting to diffuse a dangerous situation."
"Don't worry about me baby," said the obviously inebriated human "It's all good."
T'Pol raised her disrupter.
The man's eyes widened "I'm gone!"
"A wise choice," she said as the man stumbled down the alleyway.
T'Pol maneuvered down the corridor crouching behind stacked boxes as she approached the entrance to the service counter. Looking through an opening between the boxes she could now see there were three customers and one of the perpetrators was at the back of the store. She looked past the window looking for Trip. After a moment she saw him crouched at the corner. He saw her and signaled to her that he could see the other perp. They would both have to move into position before the perps made their own move.
Shifting her position, T'Pol was now able to see the second man. She could also see the handle of his weapon under the trench coat. He was looking around nervously as the store clerks were occupied.
Trip crouched down and made his way along the windowed storefront, being careful not to be seen by either of the suspects, customers or store employees. He could see the two clerks were handling paperwork. His guess was they were getting ready to do a bank drop and the perps were waiting for the two clerks to open the safe. He motioned to T'Pol from his new position. Gesturing to her what he believed was about to happen and what he was going to do. She acknowledged with a nod. He only hoped her nod meant she knew what he was going to do.
The clerks opened the safe and removed the drop bag. That was their cue. The gunman in the back pulled out an under and over automatic shotgun. It was a crude firearm, but it was more than adequate for the job at hand. The second man pulled out a similar shotgun and trained it on the store clerks.
"Nobody moves!" he said. "Nobody gets hurt!"
The gunman in the back motioned to the three customers. "Move to the front of the store...NOW!!"
As the frightened customers moved towards the store counter the gunman made his way up the outside aisle just as Trip hoped. He reached down to his ankle and pulled out a small metal cylinder. Shoving his hand laser into the back of his jeans his took a deep breath...stood up...and entered through the glass doors.
The gunman at the front of the store retrained his sites on Trip. "Good," he thought "that took the clerks out of immediate danger."
"Oh my god!" said Trip seeing the shotgun pointed in his face. "Please.please don't hurt me."
"Shut up!" said the gunman coming up the aisle as he grabbed Trip and pushed him towards the counter. Trip fell short of the counter and landed on his side.
"Oh God...Oh God!" he said pleading.
"Get up!" shouted the gunman who had pushed him.
"Please, I don't want to die," Trip shouted as he got to his knees. His eyes darted to where the second gunman was positioned as well as the three customers. They were close, but if T'Pol knew what to do...
"Please...Please," he continued pleading.
"Do what your told and you won't be killed," said the gunman as he grabbed Trip by the scruff of his shirt. "NOW.get..."
Just then Trip gave a hard right to the man's groin forcing him to let go of Trip's shirt. As the man backed away, Trip stood up. The second gunman hesitated as he moved his gun back and forth between the customers and Trip. The gunman Trip had struck recovered and went to raise his weapon. Trip whipped his arm out.holding the metal cylinder in his hand. With a snap of his wrist the cylinder opened and extended out another 2 feet striking the gunman's wrist as it came down with a hard blow. The shotgun dropped to the ground and Trip swung around connecting the extended baton with the man's jaw sending the man flying back into the shelving.
The other gunman, deciding this new "customer" was more of a threat than the others and repositioned himself so he had a dead aim for Trip's Back. He would get off a shot before Trip could recover from striking the other gunman. T'Pol saw all this in the span of less than five seconds and she knew she had only a fraction of that to react if she was to save Trip Tucker. Moving out of her concealment she came up behind the gunman.reaching her hand to where the man's shoulder and neck met. Just then the man caught a glimpse of T'Pol in the overhead mirror in front of him and reeled on her. They were in such close proximity that he could not point his weapon at her, but could still use it as a brace to force her away. Fortunately for T'Pol, her Vulcan strength came in handy for a second time that day and she was able to hold her ground as she maneuvered the shotgun in a manner that placed the gunman off balance. All that remained was for her to deftly apply enough force...and THROW him over the weapon and onto his back. The move was fluid and successful. The gunman landed on his back before he even realized he had been thrown. His weapon was now trained directly at his face by the female Vulcan.
"Do not attempt to move," she told him.
"Good job, T'Pol," Trip called out smiling as he picked up the other shotgun.
He grabbed the still dazed gunman "Get up." he said as he pushed the man against the counter. The gunman slumped against the counter trying a variation of what Trip had done to him. He lunged for Trip Tucker making a grab for the shotgun. He was unsuccessful in wresting control of the weapon but he made it impossible for Trip to use it either. The two men fought for control of the weapon, tumbling over a store display and landing only a few feet away from T'Pol who couldn't train her weapon for a clear shot. Trip, on his back, was fighting to hold onto the shotgun. The gunman was twisting and yanking at the weapon in an attempt to get it away. Trip Tucker could feel his grip slipping and made a last ditched effort and kicked the man in the chest sending him careening back against the counter...shotgun in hand. Dazed, the man shook his head, but realizing he had the weapon again and went to aim at Trip Tucker. In an instant, his head jerked to the side and his eyes rolled up involuntarily. His body tensed and began to slump as a hand made pressure contact with his shoulder.
Trip looked up in surprise as he saw the man slump into unconsciousness "That's a helleva trick" he said pulling out his service weapon.
The Vulcan merely raised a brow as she walked over to him and offered her hand to help him stand. As he stood, Trip's form obscured the other gunman from T'Pol's site for a moment, but a moment was all he needed. As T'Pol tried to move around Trip she saw the man pulling out a small weapon from a concealed place on his person. He began pointing it at Trip's back. A flash of emotion went through T'Pol and she shouted "NO!" as she pushed Trip out of the way. The gunman fired a round before T'Pol fired her own weapon, which sent the gunman careening back into the boxes she had been hiding behind. The bullet shot across the room cutting right threw the Vulcan's chest and exited out her back. T'Pol just blinked and looked down at Trip who had had fallen to the floor. He looked back up at her in horror.
"Oh God!" he said as her legs collapsed under her...a green fluid trailing out of her body and onto the cold floor.
TBC..........
chapter 5
"You know...you were a real pro in there T'Pol," Trip said as he smiled at her.
The Vulcan continued walking ahead of him "May I remind you that I AM a professional."
Trip Tucker laughed and shook his head.
Pausing for a moment, T'Pol turned back "But thank you," she added.
"Well, we have a few..." he started but stopped as he looked past the Vulcan.
"A few what Sergeant?"
"T'Pol, turn around and look across the street, but don't look like yer lookin," said Tucker.
T'pol turned casually and looked across the street. She was uncertain what it was she was looking for.then she saw it. Two men were entering a storefront. This wasn't out of the ordinary except for the fact that they were dressed in long raincoats...in 89 % Florida weather.
"You see em," asked Tucker, his back to the street.
"Yes, they are just entering a business," replied T'Pol.
"I think they're gonna rob the place," said Tucker.
T'Pol raised a brow, "Given their current dress mode I would say that was a logical summation."
"Really?" he said smiling, "Maybe I'd make a good Vulcan"
T'Pol looked at him "Perhaps in the next life. What do you propose we do?"
"I think we should take a little stroll over there and investigate," he told her.
"Should we not contact your dispatch station for reinforcements?" she asked wearily.
"No time, whatever they're gonna do is gonna go down now."
T'Pol looked across the street again. Turning back to Tucker she pulled her disruptor out. "Then let us proceed. I will circle around to the rear of the store. You move to the front. I will signal you when I am in position."
God she was something else he thought "Anything else?"
"Yes," she said as she began to cross the street. " 'watch your ass' "
Trip smiled, wondering where she picked that phrase. "You watch my ass."
Trip headed down to the end of the block, cutting across at the intersection, he then made his way back up the opposite side of the street. Coming to the edge of the store front he leaned over carefully to see what was happening. No good news...both perps were casing the store...one in the back and the other hanging out by the slushy machine. There were three customers and two clerks...this was going to complicate things.
T'Pol made her way around the back and came up the alleyway to the store's rear entrance. She peered in the opening and could see the two clerks at the counter. She needed to position herself for a more informative view.
"Hey baby doll," came a slurred voice by the store dumpster.
T'Pol looked at the dumpster and saw a human male slumped against the side of it.
"Sir, I suggest you vacate this area. We are currently attempting to diffuse a dangerous situation."
"Don't worry about me baby," said the obviously inebriated human "It's all good."
T'Pol raised her disrupter.
The man's eyes widened "I'm gone!"
"A wise choice," she said as the man stumbled down the alleyway.
T'Pol maneuvered down the corridor crouching behind stacked boxes as she approached the entrance to the service counter. Looking through an opening between the boxes she could now see there were three customers and one of the perpetrators was at the back of the store. She looked past the window looking for Trip. After a moment she saw him crouched at the corner. He saw her and signaled to her that he could see the other perp. They would both have to move into position before the perps made their own move.
Shifting her position, T'Pol was now able to see the second man. She could also see the handle of his weapon under the trench coat. He was looking around nervously as the store clerks were occupied.
Trip crouched down and made his way along the windowed storefront, being careful not to be seen by either of the suspects, customers or store employees. He could see the two clerks were handling paperwork. His guess was they were getting ready to do a bank drop and the perps were waiting for the two clerks to open the safe. He motioned to T'Pol from his new position. Gesturing to her what he believed was about to happen and what he was going to do. She acknowledged with a nod. He only hoped her nod meant she knew what he was going to do.
The clerks opened the safe and removed the drop bag. That was their cue. The gunman in the back pulled out an under and over automatic shotgun. It was a crude firearm, but it was more than adequate for the job at hand. The second man pulled out a similar shotgun and trained it on the store clerks.
"Nobody moves!" he said. "Nobody gets hurt!"
The gunman in the back motioned to the three customers. "Move to the front of the store...NOW!!"
As the frightened customers moved towards the store counter the gunman made his way up the outside aisle just as Trip hoped. He reached down to his ankle and pulled out a small metal cylinder. Shoving his hand laser into the back of his jeans his took a deep breath...stood up...and entered through the glass doors.
The gunman at the front of the store retrained his sites on Trip. "Good," he thought "that took the clerks out of immediate danger."
"Oh my god!" said Trip seeing the shotgun pointed in his face. "Please.please don't hurt me."
"Shut up!" said the gunman coming up the aisle as he grabbed Trip and pushed him towards the counter. Trip fell short of the counter and landed on his side.
"Oh God...Oh God!" he said pleading.
"Get up!" shouted the gunman who had pushed him.
"Please, I don't want to die," Trip shouted as he got to his knees. His eyes darted to where the second gunman was positioned as well as the three customers. They were close, but if T'Pol knew what to do...
"Please...Please," he continued pleading.
"Do what your told and you won't be killed," said the gunman as he grabbed Trip by the scruff of his shirt. "NOW.get..."
Just then Trip gave a hard right to the man's groin forcing him to let go of Trip's shirt. As the man backed away, Trip stood up. The second gunman hesitated as he moved his gun back and forth between the customers and Trip. The gunman Trip had struck recovered and went to raise his weapon. Trip whipped his arm out.holding the metal cylinder in his hand. With a snap of his wrist the cylinder opened and extended out another 2 feet striking the gunman's wrist as it came down with a hard blow. The shotgun dropped to the ground and Trip swung around connecting the extended baton with the man's jaw sending the man flying back into the shelving.
The other gunman, deciding this new "customer" was more of a threat than the others and repositioned himself so he had a dead aim for Trip's Back. He would get off a shot before Trip could recover from striking the other gunman. T'Pol saw all this in the span of less than five seconds and she knew she had only a fraction of that to react if she was to save Trip Tucker. Moving out of her concealment she came up behind the gunman.reaching her hand to where the man's shoulder and neck met. Just then the man caught a glimpse of T'Pol in the overhead mirror in front of him and reeled on her. They were in such close proximity that he could not point his weapon at her, but could still use it as a brace to force her away. Fortunately for T'Pol, her Vulcan strength came in handy for a second time that day and she was able to hold her ground as she maneuvered the shotgun in a manner that placed the gunman off balance. All that remained was for her to deftly apply enough force...and THROW him over the weapon and onto his back. The move was fluid and successful. The gunman landed on his back before he even realized he had been thrown. His weapon was now trained directly at his face by the female Vulcan.
"Do not attempt to move," she told him.
"Good job, T'Pol," Trip called out smiling as he picked up the other shotgun.
He grabbed the still dazed gunman "Get up." he said as he pushed the man against the counter. The gunman slumped against the counter trying a variation of what Trip had done to him. He lunged for Trip Tucker making a grab for the shotgun. He was unsuccessful in wresting control of the weapon but he made it impossible for Trip to use it either. The two men fought for control of the weapon, tumbling over a store display and landing only a few feet away from T'Pol who couldn't train her weapon for a clear shot. Trip, on his back, was fighting to hold onto the shotgun. The gunman was twisting and yanking at the weapon in an attempt to get it away. Trip Tucker could feel his grip slipping and made a last ditched effort and kicked the man in the chest sending him careening back against the counter...shotgun in hand. Dazed, the man shook his head, but realizing he had the weapon again and went to aim at Trip Tucker. In an instant, his head jerked to the side and his eyes rolled up involuntarily. His body tensed and began to slump as a hand made pressure contact with his shoulder.
Trip looked up in surprise as he saw the man slump into unconsciousness "That's a helleva trick" he said pulling out his service weapon.
The Vulcan merely raised a brow as she walked over to him and offered her hand to help him stand. As he stood, Trip's form obscured the other gunman from T'Pol's site for a moment, but a moment was all he needed. As T'Pol tried to move around Trip she saw the man pulling out a small weapon from a concealed place on his person. He began pointing it at Trip's back. A flash of emotion went through T'Pol and she shouted "NO!" as she pushed Trip out of the way. The gunman fired a round before T'Pol fired her own weapon, which sent the gunman careening back into the boxes she had been hiding behind. The bullet shot across the room cutting right threw the Vulcan's chest and exited out her back. T'Pol just blinked and looked down at Trip who had had fallen to the floor. He looked back up at her in horror.
"Oh God!" he said as her legs collapsed under her...a green fluid trailing out of her body and onto the cold floor.
TBC..........