Date Posted:10:42:50 09/03/02 Tue Author: Rapport Subject: "That little peice of ..." In reply to:
SBR Guards
's message, ""I hate when that happens..."" on 21:42:36 06/02/02 Sun
Rapport could feel the eletro-shackles tighten. He knew they'd be taking him to the brig soon enough. Then what? What exactly could he tell them? Othello, that cheap jerk, had taken off leaving him to bear the brunt of the assult.
"Saves his own shell and leaves me here...that little cold cocky..." Rapport thought as he was pushed onto the hover platform. Thoughts of revenge circled around him, and he looked at the guards. Soon enough he'd be in the brig. Perhapes there he could get out. Or, even better, send these clowns on a wild goose chase, and hope that Othello would get what was coming to him.
"Hey,you. Got some info that might intrest you...." Rapport said to the officer in charge of the operation. His plans were already beinging to be set into motion.
