Boldly Pranking Who No One Has Pranked Before
"'Damnit, Jim! I'm a doctor, not a solider,'" Sally read off the vintage Star Trek (the Original Series) T-shirt. It came complete with a miniature communicator pin – functioning inside a five-mile radius with anyone else who had one – and a toy phaser in neon metallic purple.
Wufei snorted. "Now, anyway."
"I'm both," Sally declared haughtily, carefully folding up the T-shirt around the commbadge and phaser. She was set for the next Preventer costume party. Wonder what Wufei would look like in Vulcan ears? she thought, carefully schooling her face to not show her inward amusement at the picture she'd imagined. Perhaps a Klingon – weren't they always going on about honor and such?
"During the war, you hadn't gotten your degree yet," Wufei pointed out.
Sally gave a grunt, which indicated that he was right, but she wasn't going to admit it. She stuffed the shirt and accompanying paraphernalia in a drawer in her desk and turned back to straightening up the top of it.
"How exactly did I get pulled into this, anyway?" Sally demanded of her partner, shuffling some papers into the circular file shredder. She flicked a glance towards Wufei in inquiry.
Wufei shrugged in answer. "Somewhere around Maxwell booby trapping the entire base and Treize declaring amnesty for anyone who kept the pranks off base, it turned into a free-for-all."
Sally pondered that for a moment. "So we can go after anyone we want?" she clarified.
"It seems that way," Wufei agreed, a note of long-suffering in his voice. His eyes narrowed. "Why, do you have someone in mind?"
Sally's eyes gleamed with interest. "Oh, I know just the person…"