The Ninth Sortie (Action, Voice)

[yellowthirteen]

[Thirteen awoke early in the morning, as usual.  He's still got that streak in him, and he got ready as though it was any other day.  On his way to the living room, he passed by Goroh's bedroom, his door ajar.  Unusual, considering they usually kept it closed to discourage Tao from getting inside.  He knew Goroh wasn't around because of his

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[hippocraticly]

[ McCoy is at the medical center, although he does see the transmission made by David and he even makes a comment about it to himself. Maybe he would drop a message for the bearer of good (shouldn't that be bad?) news later when he isn't liable to put his fist through a wall.

And that's without his knowledge of the letter. Oh dear. ]

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[yellowthirteen]

[There's a knock at McCoy's door in the medical center. Doesn't look like too busy of a day, so hopefully this will go okay.]

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[hippocraticly]

Yeah?

[ If they can knock, then McCoy's logic is that they sure as hell don't need to be shuffled in like an invalid, which means he is going to stay at this desk he as claimed as his own and continue tinkering away with the new equipment. ]

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[yellowthirteen]

[Well, he'd be right. Thirteen will open the door and step inside.]

Dr. McCoy, correct? My name is David Jordan. ...I'd like a moment of your time.

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[hippocraticly]

[ McCoy turns in his chair and leans back to observe the David. He doesn't recognize the name or the man in the slightest; funny how there were so many people in this place he didn't know, but the voice is familiar. He can't quite place it though. ]

All right then. [ He says as he gets up from his chair and leans up against the table, arms crossed. ] How can I help you?