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Post: # 450Post Hunt
Wed Dec 21, 2005 9:43 pm

The XO was impressed about how P?ayanna stood firm barking out orders. He had to shake his head snapping himself out of the smirk on his face.

?Proceed Cadet.?

P?ayanna confirmed what Darkhelm?s tricorder was telling her, not speaking a word she motioned for everyone to take cover. The sounds of the sewer system in a strange way relaxed the XO?s ears but it was broken up by sounds of loud klingons singing and drinking blood wine.

Some of the security officer?s stomachs began to growl loudly, Mason and P?ayanna hoped the klingons did not hear them they after all have good hearing especially at long distances.

?Hungry?? asked Mason.

Both nodded in shame and put on straight faces.

?Don?t worry when this is all over you can plant yourselves down in front of a replicator and pig out. In the meantime keep your heads up and look alive.? Ordered Mason.

?Sir, I can?t seem to get an accurate reading on how many but I would say by the noise at least ten maybe fourteen.? Said P?ayanna.

?Understood Cadet, proceed at your discretion.? Smiled Mason.

One of the guards accidentally stepped on a bush filled with sewer water and alerted on of the klingons over to where the team was positioned. P?ayanna saw the others plus Mason reaching for their weapons.

?Wait?? she said quietly.

To know one?s surprise she whipped out a Mek?leth and with some klingons, moves took him out without making any further noises. As the Klingon dropped to the ground, a tricorder of sorts fell beside him next to Mason.

?It looks like a map or perhaps a guide, (Tapping on the key padd) there is a list of codes here??

He handed the unit to P?ayanna.

OFF: Tag P?ayanna and Shuttle Crew!
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Post: # 451Post Former Member
Wed Dec 21, 2005 9:44 pm

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One of the guards accidentally stepped on a bush filled with sewer water and alerted on of the klingons over to where the team was positioned. P?ayanna saw the others plus Mason reaching for their weapons.

?Wait?? she said quietly.

To know one?s surprise she whipped out a Mek?leth and with some klingons, moves took him out without making any further noises. As the Klingon dropped to the ground, a tricorder of sorts fell beside him next to Mason.

?It looks like a map or perhaps a guide, (Tapping on the key padd) there is a list of codes here??

He handed the unit to P?ayanna.


<Celtron V, Day 20, 1800>

As the star that served as the sun of this world got low on the horizon, P'ayanna inched toward the fallen body. He'd died quickly, and quietly, which was very fortunate, as remaining covert was paramount to mission success. Still, there were others and they could only hope to evade for so long, unless, of course, the enemy was converging on the shuttle's landing site and the patrols were moving past the team.

Looking at the De'wI'Hom (padd), which the XO had just handed to her, she said, "patrol coordinates. It tells us where they should be." Dropping the device, she briskly moved toward the sewage access. "Once we are below ground, we will not worry about these petaQpu'."

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Post: # 452Post Darkhelm
Wed Dec 21, 2005 9:45 pm

<<Celtron V, Day 20, 1800>>

Amanda was glad that someone else was having the same thoughts as her. Slowly, they moved toward the sewer access; dropping down through the hatch into the muck. There was a chorus of yucks as they made their way into the shin high brown water. Amanda kept her mouth shut and noticed that only P'ayanna and Grayson managed to do the same.

Personally, she had been in much worse situations then this before...despite the unpleasentness of it. They made thier way toward the indicated point on the padd that P'ayanna had dropped. Something about this didn't feel right...it was almost to easy...

Something moving in the corner caught her attention and she turned just as the attack came.

A Klingon warrior came out of shadows right at her; but Amanda was already moving. She snapped her arm around, smacking the charging Klingon the back of the head, and adding more momentum to his forward progress. The Klingon smashed face down in the muck.

He flipped over and found the barrel of Amanda's phaser rifle right in his face.

"Its set on stun...but at this close it won't matter," Amanda said. "Now its in your best interest to talk...and talk now."

The Klingon said something his native tongue. Amanda smiled.

"Nope, you talk to me or I won't kill you and let you go and tell your wonderful brethen that you were beaten by a Starfleet Officer...a women human Starlfeet Officer that is also a doctor."
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Post: # 453Post Former Member
Wed Dec 21, 2005 9:46 pm

<<So'Kra Council, Celtron V, 1815, Day 20>>

"Guess who's arriving in ten minutes?" Erontab had that incessantly smug grin of his on his face again.

"The four hoursemen of the Apocalypse," volunteered Frober as she followed Tekel into the room.

"Even the Malinche's medical dispatch," the comm officer retorted proudly. "And a few security. And a counseler."

"Who needs a counseler when we have Dors..." murmured Tekel, to which Brek folded his arms and gave his superior a chancingly stern look.

Frober looked sullen. "They're sending security officers? Like we can't take care of-"

"Well we couldn't, could we?" Tekel said bluntly. Frober shut up but still looked moody.

Miltuk went on to confirm that Kersare had requested a small team on standby, just in case.

"I am so sick of standing by," said Della, and she sat down. Before anyone could make an obvious joke about this, though, Doctor Ro'eth Keplarish made an appearance. He was a tall, lean man of indiscernable discent, and at present his beige-coloured face was ashen.

"Doctor?" said Brek, tentatively taking a step forward.

"Starfleet coming soon?" Keplarish asked, his frail, husky voice more hoarse than usual.

"Ten minutes," Miltuk piped up instantly.

Keplarish nodded, but didn't look much comforted.

"What is it, Doctor?" pressed Brek.

The medical officer looked intently at the young Napean, his eyes bright but not lively. "Allum's in bad shape."

Tekel flinched. "Allum?" he demanded. "Senswin Allum? But there's nothing wrong with him, he was uninjured during the attack!"

Shaking his head gravely, Keplarish explained. "He's contracted a disease. We had no idea about it until a few minutes ago, when he collapsed. We're trying to stabilize him now, but he keeps slipping in and out of consciousness."

Out of sheer frustration, Tekel swung his fist at the wall, but seeing as the wall was nowhere near him, his fist impacted with nothing and merely swung around in an arc. As Brek accompanied Keplarish back to the medical triage to see what could be done for the ailing Celtronian, the Cardassian diplomat pushed his hands through his coarse black hair and scrunched his eyes shut. They really didn't need this.

OFF: Gotta give the NPCs something to do, eh? Tekel Orsad, Della Frober and Dors Brek standing by to offer assistance to the away team, should they need it.
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Post: # 454Post Grayson
Wed Dec 21, 2005 9:46 pm

<<Celtron V, 1800, day 20>>

"Nope, you talk to me or I won't kill you and let you go and tell your wonderful brethen that you were beaten by a Starfleet Officer...a women human Starlfeet Officer that is also a doctor.", said Darkhelm to the fallen Klingon.

Mark smirked. Nothing like an offense to a Klingon's honor to make him talk. Still... Mark was sure their position was compromised.

"Doctor, we don't have time to small talk", said Mark approaching the fallen Klingon. "Listen, your honorless son of a PetaQ", said him coldly, "I have no problem drilling a hole in your head with this knife"

He brought up the huge knife he carried attached to his leg. "You're going to die a honorless death, beaten by a woman, or you can talk and live to fight another day." He approached the knife to the klingon face. "If you think I'm a weakly human, I could cut your finger out and make you eat."

The Klingon snarled. Mark start to motion the knife to the Klingon's hand.

"Wait!", said the Klingon. "What do you want?"

"How many of you are down here. How many guards inside the prison and where can we disable the dampening field?", said Mark.

The Klingon looked at P'ayanna. She just stared back at him, looking disgusted for obvious reasons.

"There's another one here in the sewer. He's at the hatch leading inside the facility. Inside there's twenty guards and few celtronians", said the Klingon after a while.

"Thank you", said Mark, hiting the Klingon on the head with the rifle. The Klingon pasted out. Mark looked at the other officers, except P'ayanna, all others didn't approve the way he handled the interrogation.

Mark couldn't care less. "Doctor, could you give him a tranquilizer? We don't want him waking up before we're reach our target."

He stood and said to the others. "We don't have much time before they realized why his guard down here is not responding. We have 10 minutes in my estimation, before they are mobilized."

OFF: tag away team. I suggest we keep quiet until we're actually inside the facility. Avoid firefight in sewer...
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Post: # 455Post Harrison
Wed Dec 21, 2005 9:47 pm

<Engineering>

Things were on Two's mind. Two of her three roommates were on the away team mission. The third one was in SIckbay. Two knew that Darkhelm was on the away team.

There might be heck to pay when Darkhelm realized that Two just walked out of Sickbay. She was feeling somewhat weak, but that was not logical. She sat down for just a moment to regain her bearings. She could not think too straight. Maybe it was time to call it a day.........not with all she really had to do.

"I'm going to my quarters for two hours. Please contact me in 1.75 hours," she called to her assistant. Maybe two hours in her regeneration chamber would make her feel better. She had gotten a full night's "sleep" the previous night so that wasn't it.

She left Engineering heading for home. She could be able to work late into the evening if she had a "nap". She better be able to work a full evening's work. The nacelle was just about back on the Mali. Then she could send out her damage control teams to fix things all over the ship, not just having to concentrate on the nacelle. She hoped that she never had to repair a nacelle that almost literally snapped off again.
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Post: # 456Post Former Member
Wed Dec 21, 2005 9:48 pm

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"Thank you", said Mark, hiting the Klingon on the head with the rifle. The Klingon pasted out. Mark looked at the other officers, except P'ayanna, all others didn't approve the way he handled the interrogation.

Mark couldn't care less. "Doctor, could you give him a tranquilizer? We don't want him waking up before we're reach our target."

He stood and said to the others. "We don't have much time before they realized why his guard down here is not responding. We have 10 minutes in my estimation, before they are mobilized."


<Sewers, Celtron V, 1830-ish>

P'ayanna watched the fallen petaQ slip into unconsciousness and then told Commander Hunt, "we will need to move quickly and quietly. When we come within sight of this guard, we will find ourselves outnumbered. We should stun this guard and then deal with these other warriors. Although a frontal assault would be glorious, it would only achieve our honorable deaths."

"She's right," Grayson said. "They'll be alert for something, even though they don't know we're coming this way."

"Options?"

P'ayanna shrugged. "If we can stun these jagh..." She looked at the Chief Medical Officer to see if she had some method of disabling them that wouldn't make the noise that Grayson's explosive devices would.
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Post: # 457Post Darkhelm
Wed Dec 21, 2005 9:49 pm

<<Sewers, Celtron V, 1830-ish>>

"I don't think he needs a tranquilzer," Amanda responded. "You've given him a pretty bad concussion I doubt he'll be waking up anytime soon."

Grayson and P'ayanna appeared to speak to each other about something. Truthfully, Amanda wish she did have something that would knock out the Klingon guards...aside from her rifle set on heavy stun that is. Though they may hear or even see the shot from thier rifles.

"Well doctor?" Grayson asked.

Amanda had to think about that a moment. Her aid pack did carry a heavy sedative...but that was mainly used for sedating those that needed a secure airway. It was true that the particular sedative she was carrying was very good at taking out Klingon's she wasn't sure if now was the time to use it...then again.

"Alright, I think I may have something that will do the trick...but we're going to have to get close enough to inject them."

"Nothing that you can aerosolize?" Mark asked.

"Nope, I'm just the doctor you're the assault leader."
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Post: # 458Post Former Member
Wed Dec 21, 2005 9:49 pm

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"Alright, I think I may have something that will do the trick...but we're going to have to get close enough to inject them."

"Nothing that you can aerosolize?" Mark asked.

"Nope, I'm just the doctor you're the assault leader."

<Sewers, Celtron V, Day 20, ~1830 or so>

"naDev," P'ayanna told Grayson, handing him her rifle. Next, to everybody's surprise, she unzipped her uniform and stepped out of it. She then moved, in nothing but her undergarments, to the unconscious petaQ and tore his uniform away. It would be a bit large on her, but she would manage.

As she began to don the fallen guard's clothing, she said, "you will be my prisoner." She knew that the doctor could move quickly. If she led the woman close enough to them, the first few would be injected before they even knew enemies were among them. Afterwards, they could call the rest of the team in.
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Post: # 459Post Grayson
Wed Dec 21, 2005 9:50 pm

<Sewers, Celtron V, Day 20, 1834>

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As she began to don the fallen guard's clothing, she said, "you will be my prisoner." She knew that the doctor could move quickly. If she led the woman close enough to them, the first few would be injected before they even knew enemies were among them. Afterwards, they could call the rest of the team in.


Mark nodded, approving, "A deception. Not bad". He looked through the long tunnel that led to the facility hatch. He looked at Hunt. "If the two of her get close enough, we got a good chance of getting in there silently. If that doesn't work... Well..." Mark opened the small pouch he was carrying. Inside there was several mini-explosives. Very effective and very, very loud. "We can open our own hatch. But, that will probably make the whole facility fall on us."

"So, let's make sure they succeded", answered Hunt, looking at P'ayanna and Darkhelm. "You two have one chance and one chance alone. There's no margin for error here."

Mark nodded, silently. There was nothing more to be said. Mark was confident P'ayanna and Darkhelm could make that work. He just hoped the Klingon hadn't lied for him.

"Cadet, Doctor... If the Klingon don't buy the deception... You have to kill him, silently", said him finally. His voice was cold and unemotional. Kill someone to achieve the away team's goal was always considered in mission planning. Still, Mark didn't feel pleasure crippling or killing anyone, but... He felt no regret of doing it if that would make the mission a success. "Doctor, Cadet. Make it work or we will be dead in a matter of minutes", was the last thing Mark said, before he went cover the team's rear.

OFF: tag away team.
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Post: # 460Post Former Member
Wed Dec 21, 2005 9:57 pm

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"Cadet, Doctor... If the Klingon don't buy the deception... You have to kill him, silently", said him finally. His voice was cold and unemotional. Kill someone to achieve the away team's goal was always considered in mission planning. Still, Mark didn't feel pleasure crippling or killing anyone, but... He felt no regret of doing it if that would make the mission a success. "Doctor, Cadet. Make it work or we will be dead in a matter of minutes", was the last thing Mark said, before he went cover the team's rear.

<Sewers, Celtron V, Day 20, 1845>

P'ayanna gave Grayson a curious look. Surely, her ears were defying her, because it sounded like he felt remorse for the fact that they might have to kill the Klingon guard. Did he not know that this was an enemy; he or she would send all of them to ghe'tor without the slightest hesitation. In fact, there would be rejoicing for them.

"Then, perhaps you will find a way to die well," P'ayanna retorted. "Qapla'." With a nod, she started down the sewers, trusting the doctor to be able to deliver her injections rapidly. Some of them would die, however, as nobody was fast enough to inject twenty warriors. Those would die by by her hand, or so P'ayanna hoped.
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Post: # 461Post Thundera
Wed Dec 21, 2005 10:00 pm

ON: <<USS Malinche>>
<<Bridge, Day 20, 1815>

"Lieutenant Thundera, I'm going to send two of your security officers down with the team, just to make sure everything's alright. Choose two of them and send them to Transporter room 1 immediately," Isabel said.

Cheetara nodded, "I'll contact them now."

Cheetara looked at her manifest of available personnel. After a few moments she decided who was going to go on the away mission. Tapping her combadge, she began contacting them.

"Cheetara to Ensign Nevin Loren and Anthony Stone. Report to transporter room 1 immediately for an away mission."

Cheetara turned back toward Kersare. "Captain, they are on their way there now."

Cheetara turned her head back towards her console and began seeing a smaill flash. She looked closer and noticed that it was a warning signal that someone was trying to access an unauthorized area. She tapped a few button to see where the location of it was. She saw that it was the armory. She chuckled to herself as she thought about the new guy. Cheetara went back to monitoring the ship's security.

<Moments later>

"what the hell" she thought as another alert came up on her console.

Once again she began tapping buttons to inspect what was going on. This time it was coming from Main Engineering.

"Hmmm. It's appears to be Ensign Briggs"she thought to herself. "Now why would he be running a Level 1 Diagnostic so soon after an alert from the armory about Brewer?" she wondered.

She tapped a few more buttons and sent a tracer into the information being uploaded. She thought that Brewer might have something to do with it, and she was going to catch him.

She started chuckling to herself as she tapped a few more buttons. "Let see how he likes this"

She sent a bug into the datastream to alter the information being uploaded. He wouldn't realize it was the wrong information until after it was already uploaded and on his way to turn it in. Cheetara sent a message over to Kersare telling her about the test she was putting Brewer through. She watched as the Captain chuckled a little and looked over at her with a raised eyebrow.

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Post: # 462Post Brewer
Wed Dec 21, 2005 10:01 pm

(Ooo.. this shouhld be an interesting twist..)

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[USS Malinche : Deck 7 : Armoury]
[Day 20 : 1841 Hours]

After having finally inspected each rifle in the armoury, and cleaned a few that were in dire need of it, Daniel was about to slump back into his chair when his PADD came to life with the results of the diagnostic.

With a smile, Brewer picked it up to quickly scan through it, see if there was anything noteworthy.

The more he read, the more his frown grew. 'This isn't right..' He thought to himself. 'This information's wrong..' Suspicion sank into his mind. Either Griggs had buggered up, Thundera was 'testing' him, or the rumoured sabotour may have struck. Possibly a combination.

Shaking his head, he dismissed the thought, the crew had already been checked out for their ability to keep the ship safe and as far as Dan knew, they'd all passed. Tapping his commbadge, he thought he could go through the process of elimination to solve this problem.

"Brewer to Griggs." He said casually.

"Griggs here! What's up? Get the diagnostic through?" The Ensign said chirpily back.

"Yeah, thanks. Was there a problem at all? Like with the diagnostic. Was it alter at all?" Dan asked, becoming more serious in his tone.

"..erm..Not that I know of, why?" Andy replied.

"Nothing, thanks anyway Ensign. Brewer out." The Weapons Specialist ended absent mindedly, deep in thought.

'Well then that can only mean one thing.. Thundera keep sabotaging my efforts to actually perform my duties. Is she trying to get rid of me? What'm I going to do about the diagnostic? Sod it.. if she wants to bugger it up, she can have it that way.' He ended mentally as he stood, a smirk on his face, PADD in hand.


[USS Malinche : Deck 1 : Bridge]
[Day 20 : 1845 Hours]

The Petty Officer walked onto the bridge once more, recieving a smile from the Captain which was slightly odd. 'She's in on it too.. this should be good then..' Flashed through his mind as he made his way to the tactical console. Coming up behind the blond haired Lieutenant, he placed the PADD beside her and stood near the bulkhead, rigid in the state of attention as she read the information through.

<Tag Thundera>

"Well Ma'am, I'm not suprised that information's wrong. After you cancelled my clearance to ship systems and then bugged the diagnostic that I had run, I'd be suprised if I would be able to complete this task within a reasonable time limit anyway. This was a Kobyashi Maru.But with your continual technical intervention, I think the proper term is 'Minor System Sabotage'... Ma'am." Dan finished, his anger controlled, but evident.

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Post: # 463Post Thundera
Wed Dec 21, 2005 10:02 pm

ON: <<USS Malinche>>
<Bridge, Day 20, 1845>
Brewer wrote:

The Petty Officer walked onto the bridge once more, recieving a smile from the Captain which was slightly odd. 'She's in on it too.. this should be good then..' Flashed through his mind as he made his way to the tactical console. Coming up behind the blond haired Lieutenant, he placed the PADD beside her and stood near the bulkhead, rigid in the state of attention as she read the information through.


Cheetara looked at the padd. She laughed insided while keeping a straight face of confusion and wonder. "This is not what I had asked for .Do you mind telling me what this is Mr.Brewer? "

Brewer wrote:
"Well Ma'am, I'm not suprised that information's wrong. After you cancelled my clearance to ship systems and then bugged the diagnostic that I had run, I'd be suprised if I would be able to complete this task within a reasonable time limit anyway. This was a Kobyashi Maru.But with your continual technical intervention, I think the proper term is 'Minor System Sabotage'... Ma'am." Dan finished, his anger controlled, but evident.


"Watch your tone Petty Officer!" Cheetara barked. She began tapping a few buttons on her console. "I know your access had been limited. It was done for a reason."

"Well ma'am, it would have been helpful if I was informed of this. As far as I can see, you just enjoy testing your junior crewmembers. I've been on this ship less then 2 hours, and you're already cutting my access and changing my reports!" Dan replied, infuriated

"Cutting your access yes I did." Cheetara smirked. "However, I have not altered your report." Cheetara paused for a minute. "Now. I will talk to Harrison about this report." Cheetara handed him a padd with all the correct information about the weapons arrays on this. "Here is your report. Or atleast the one you SHOULD have turned into me."

"Thank You.. at last. Although, I was appreciate that you kind of inform me ma'am when you set me 'tests' some reasons out of my control." Brewer finished, his rag dying down, but still strong. "Was there anything else?" He asked before he went to leave.

"Yes Mr.Brewer." Cheetara began. "Next time make sure I get the right report. No matter what the obsticles. Now go grab something to eat. I want you back here when the Captain is ready to leave for her meetings."

"Me ma'am? I'm just a Weapons Specialist?" He inquired, puzzled. "And with all due respect Lieutenant. You can't say that I should get you the right report, when you sit here and alter it so I give the wrong one. As I said, my own Kobyashi Maru. But anyway, you want me here?" The Petty Officer finished, resuming his old question.

Cheetara ignored the remaining words of his accusations because she really couldn't stand there and deny them as she continued on. "Yes Mr.Brewer. I want you here on this bridge. You being a weapon specialist and in my department puts you under my command. You'll be here for tactical information should the need arise. Unless you think that I should be both behind the tactical console and in the command chair at the same time while everyone is away? Plus, in case something goes wrong with the weapons array"

"Oh right.. fair enough." Brewer said, his angry now at bay. "You taking command in her absense then ma'am? And are you expecting trouble?"

"I expect anything and everything. So get rest up and relax. Consider that a 'friendly' ordered" Cheetara replied

With a smirk and a quick raise of his eyebrows, he took his leave. Turning and walking to the turbolift, before the doorsc losed, he got a glance of the Captain, her look quite bemused. God knows, so was his.

Cheetara watched as the Petty Officer turned and left. She began to laugh quietly to herself as she thought, "He's smarter then he looks. Maybe he'll make a fine officer once I smooth out those rough edges. Or maybe let P'ayanna have a 'stab' at him when she gets back."

Cheetara turned back to her console and began preparations for while the Captain would be gone.

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Post: # 464Post Barrett
Wed Dec 21, 2005 10:03 pm

<<USS Malinche>>
<Bridge, 1850, Day 20>

Jason sat at his station, silently praying that there little operation would be over in a matter of minutes. Personally, he didn't like the idea of having the away team down there...nor did he like the idea of Adam (NPC) going down there. Then again he didn't really have much choice in the matter.

His sensor scans were still coming up negative...that was something that he wasn't overly happy about. There was something out there, he just couldn't put his fingers on what it was exactly. Whatever it was it was triggering his gut feeling....and it was anything but a good feeling.

He sighed outloud, hoping and wishing this mission would be over soon enough.
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