Covert Ops...

[jennydelaney]

::rounds corner, taking a quick survey of the corridor...good, empty...before proceeding::

::skids to a halt before
ltcmdrtomparis' quarters, carefully punching in codes::

::takes another cautionary look::

Oh, lord a'mighty, do you really care what people think?

::doesn't answer self...the things age does to ones edge::

::besides...he apparently does::

::steps in, pressing a finger to lips in thought as the doors slide shut::

::eventually smiles...time to get to work::