Posted Nov. 20, 2018, 8:42 a.m. by Lieutenant Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Computer Science Lab 2
Posted by Lieutenant Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in Computer Science Lab 2
Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Computer Science Lab 2
Posted by… suppressed (2) by the Post Ghost! 👻(snip)
There was a long moment of silence before there was a muffled, “Evher.” Another pause and a much more clear, “Enter,” sounded, Calloway’s voice sounding intently focused.
She had popped the cap back in her mouth as she continued to work with the optical cable. Tool in hand, she gave him a quick wave and went back to finishing the capping of the fibre, her focus rather intent. Faye had put away anything classified already before she started this work, so all he’d see is the cables and a stack of computer chips on one of the tables.
~Faye Calloway, Data Scientist
Hammor looked around and whistled softly. “You sure know how to make yourself at home, don’t ya?” he said with a chuckle. He walked over to where she sat on the floor and eyed the connection she was making and then looked away and at the table. Without a word or an inquiry, he simply picked up the crimping tool she would need as soon as she got the cap in place and held it out to her.
Faye set her splicer down and worked the cap on, taking the crimping tool from him with a smile. “No one ever complained about me being lazy. Besides, I have to do all this tedious work before I can get to the fun stuff, so might as well just jump in.”
“So…” he said looking at nothing and trying to appear as if he wasn’t at all curious about what was going on, “… you gonna have time for a quick tour and a bite? Or should I reschedule my multitude of social engagements and try and kidnap you some other time?” He wasn’t quite sure why, but the thought of her saying no actually made him a bit disappointed.
Hammor, Ops Chief
Her stormy grey-green eyes glittered with amusement as she began gently coiling the length of cable to be stored properly. “Threats of kidnapping and the prospect of ruining your social life… I don’t know, sounds like it might be on the dangerous side for both of us if you spend any more time with me than necessary. Then again, I doubt either of us have ever really played it safe in our lives, so why start now?”
~Faye Calloway, Data Scientist
Hammor chuckled and said “Exactly. But just so we are clear. I have no food allergies and my safe word is ‘Kilamanjaro’.” and he looked around the room. “Need help straightening up? I promise not to pry, and I am good at getting things stowed in record time.” he offered to her as he picked up a length of cable and deftly coiled it before handing it over to her.
Hammor, Ops Chief
Faye accepted the cable and set it on top of the other one she just finished with without commenting on his rather funny innuendo. “Sure. I actually don’t want it all put away, since I’m going to just be doing more of this tomorrow, but let’s contain things so that I can pull everything off to the sides and nothing poses a tripping hazard.”
She went about putting tools away in her case and grabbing any little bits and pieces that needed safe storing. At least with her back to him she could take steading breaths. What are you doing Calloway? she chided herself. Regardless of what she might want and whatever old fears she might be overcoming at the moment, there were other considerations she didn’t have the luxury of ignoring. But at the same time she had fought long and hard in her life to carve out something of a tolerable existence and at the moment she didn’t think it was a punishable offence to take a bit of joy or even pleasure in the decent and kind company of another person. At least that was what she was going to have to tell herself constantly so that she didn’t screw up everything that was actually important at the moment. Play the long game and just relax.
~Faye Calloway, Data Scientist
Hammor slid a few of the coils against the wall and walked up to one of the large crates still sitting in the middle of the room. The security lock and high-quality of the container itself screamed ‘Don’t Touch’ to anyone who dealt with cargo routinely like he did. Instead of just moving it, he looked over at Calloway and said “Want me to put this against the wall? Promise not to pry, just looking to get it out of your way.” He was curious about the container, but his curiosity about his new acquaintance was stronger. He didn’t know much, but he did know that he didn’t want to make her think he was spying on her. Something inside told him that if she ever felt like he was, he would not be speaking to her again on friendly terms… if he spoke to her at all.
Hammor, Ops Chief
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