"Err, never
mind."
"I'm investigating the recent theft of Resonating Particle Catalysts
from Lawrence Livermore Labs. I know that you and some other squads are
all working on a project that requires an RPC, and I wanted to find out
where you got yours from."
"This one?" asked Krys as she held up their RPC. "We got it from
Fuzzy's."
"Fuzzy Boar's Used Parts Emporium? In Oakland?" inquired Mel, rather
earnestly for a Grazerite.
"Why, yes."
"I see. May I take a look at the serial number?"
"Sure--"
"Actually," interjected Jon. "There is no serial number on this."
"Really?" said a surprised Krystal.
"Really?" Detective Skutchingson examined the RPC.
"Yup. Must have been worn out."
"I see. Thank you for answering my questions. I'll be in touch if I
need any further information." And with that Detective Skutchingson
left the trio.
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"There was a
serial number etched on the RPC," stated Serin.
"Yes there was. I filed it away," said Jon.
"Why?" asked Krys.
"Duh! We get a used part from a shady parts dealer. Of course it's
stolen!" explained Jon. "We only need it long enough to show our
project to Professor Zakarian. After that we can turn it over to
Starfleet Security."
"Rather fortuitous judgment on your part," declared Serin.
"Isn't this, I don't know, WRONG?!?" exclaimed Krystal.
"Hey, you want to pass the class or what?" asked Jon.
"Sigh. I see your point," gave in Krys. "We'll wait until after it's
graded."
"Back to work guys," urged Jon.
Over the next few days other cadets were afflicted with the same
malady. Each had woken up frightened and paralyzed from the neck down.
Arsula and Katrina were also afflicted, and it was only a matter of
time before Krystal was next. The cadets brainstormed at Danger Base.
"I interviewed the cadets and they all attended Professor Moltross'
lecture," said Serin.
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