/\Starbase Bragg - Docking Bay 5/\ Aidan was exhausted. After yesterdays events, Aidan had returned from Trazzes store with the assurance of all material being delivered within the next 24 hours, just to be called immediately to an ODA training session. Reluctantly, he had shown up, almost immediately being enquired by Walsh about his booze. Where it not that his lab was at stake, Aidan would've told Walsh to shove the Ale up his arse, but, he needed that space and therefore just muttered a grumpy "soon" and tried to pay attention to what the point of the exercise was. Of course, they had been battered horribly. Not only were the new ODA members not up to scratch (as Walsh had made crystal clear after the exercise and during the losers force march), but they had been set in a no-win situation. Aidan had tried to be as competent as possible as team leader, but had (in his own opinion) failed miserably at the task. He had tried to coordinate the attack with the other groups, using the power cells of the klingon weapons as on-the-roll modified sonic grenades, but the plan had backfired, leaving everyone in the area deaf for a good hour. In any case, after 20 exhausting kilometers with bag-packs full of stone, Walsh had finally given it a rest, announcing a training plan developed by Cortez for the next two weeks. The result of it was, that Aidan had completely forgotten about the cargo, and therefore did not expect to be called by Lt. Foster to the Docking Area. "Aye Sir?" he saluted when he finally found Foster, standing next to three large crates. Foster looked up from a PADD and waved towards the crates. "These were delivered this morning, addressed to PO3 Aidan Lynch and labeled as Lab Material. According to the manifest, it's quite a lot here, but I have no notice from Major Walsh, nor Cmdr. Summers. Would you care to explain?" he informed calmly, showing the PADD to Aidan. Aidan blushed. He had completely forgotten to inform Walsh about his shopping. "Y'see..." he started, looking helpless at the PADD. "I've asked for authorization for an ODA Lab. To be able to properly take care of the ODAs equipment, which you know, is usually a mess. And.. ehm... this is all stuff I need to equip the lab. I just... lemme talk to Walsh... I mean Major Walsh and fix this..." Aidan stuttered. "Hey..." Foster said with a strange look. "... this isn't related with that Security goon chasing you yesterday, is it?" he asked suspiciously. Aidan panicked for a moment. "How'd yeh know that?" he asked before he could contain himself. Foster frowned. "I don't know what you're up to, but this better stays here till I have a proper authorization. And I'll have to back-check with Cmdr. summers on this" he said with a neutral tone. Aidan's swore to his inside. Why did everything have to be so goddamn complicated? If Trazz had gotten everything, there were two crates of Romulan Ale in those crates, and that meant he was in serious trouble if anyone checked the cargo. "Listen... Andersen" he finally said, trying to appear calm. "It's no big deal, I just haven't informed Walsh yet. Got a lot on my mind yesterday. But trust me, it's in my and his interest that those crates get onboard." he waved towards the ship. "Could you..." he looked Foster straight in the eye. "... hold that notice for half an hour? Only half an hour, I'm just gonna get the Majors signature on this PADD and then everything's in order." he pleaded openly. Foster seemed to think for a moment, then looked at the ship. "Well" he said slowly. "I could pretend, this didn't arrive here for a while. 20 minutes, Petty Officer. And find a good explanation for this..." he checked the PADD. "... trimethyl boroxide ciadine ethanol." he said. Aidan said nothing for a moment, then looked at the PADD. "That's for cleaning rusty equipment." he finally lied bluntly. Foster smirked. "20 minutes, Officer" he grinned. "Thanks mate, I owe you. Big time" said Aidan relieved and sprinted back to the ship. /\Epilogue/\ "Wasn't that hard to get the stuff now, was it?" Walsh said with an evident tone of satisfaction, after taking a long sip from one of the bottles. Aidan would've loved to strangle Jack for saying that. Instead he raised his shoulders. "No big deal, really" he said instead and left the Majors Office, disappearing in his half finished, new and shiny laboratory. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ PO3 Aidan Lynch ODA Eng. Spc. USS - Chimera A