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Bet There Is A Story Behind That

Posted on Wed Sep 20th, 2017 @ 9:17pm by Corporal Inola MacKenna

Mission: Stargate Command

Col. Jordon Mason
SDS Security Liaison
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Cpl. Inola MacKenna
SDS Admin Assistant

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Jordon left the Admirals office still fuming, though his right mind was starting to recover. He wondered the corridors for only a few minutes before he ended up back at his office. He was halfway through the door before he knew where he was. He’d managed to forget he had an assistant here. He wasn’t really in the mood to deal with a person right now. He walked past her desk and headed towards his office hoping she’d just keep working.
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Inola looked up as the door opened and Jordon walked in. He looked a bit out of sorts, and his hand bared the marks of someone who’d just hit something. Hard. She opened her mouth to say something but he walked right past. She opened the bottom drawer of her desk and pulled out the first aid kit. She walked into the inner office behind the Colonel, she could almost sense his annoyance about it. “Wanna talk about it?” she asked knowing he wasn’t going to initiate the conversation.
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“Not really.” He responded heading straight to his desk trying to send the physical and mental signals that she should just go away.
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“Fair enough.” She responded walking around his desk and grabbing his wrist to get a look at his hand. She shook her head while she opened her kit. “I’m guessing there is someone who’s Jaw doesn’t leave them wanting to talk about it either.” She removed a small pack of alcohol swabs. She removed one and ripped it open taking his hand she began to clean the knuckles.
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Jordon tried to remove his hand but she had a surprisingly firm grip. “Not sure about where you are from, but ‘Not Really’ means I’m not looking to discuss the matter.
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She paused in her cleaning and studied his face for a moment. “That’s fine… but regs state that any injuries require a trip to Medical… so if you want to avoid that, you better let me clean this so people don’t ask to many questions.” She said and tossed the wipe into the trash and grabbed a fresh one. She was guessing whoever he hit, he didn’t hit them as hard as he could. His knuckles were only lightly scraped, and given his former status as a Marine and current status as a SDS Operator… if he wanted to cause serious damage to someone, his fist would probably be in far worse shape. “You don’t have to talk about it… but you might want to give me some clues… so when I make up a story later on, it’s at least partially accurate.”
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Jordon stopped fighting. His hand hurt, but he didn’t realize he’d done any damage to his own hand. “Which part of I don’t want to talk about it aren’t you getting?” he asked surrendering his hand fully so he could get this over with. She was right, by regs he should have gone to medical, but he really didn’t want to deal with that right now.
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“Oh, it was amazing… I wish I could have seen it… the Airman was telling me he was in the bathroom telling jokes and laughing, and when he turned to zip up and leave, he slipped, his fist accidently slammed into the wall.” She was saying as if she was telling someone a story.
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“What are you doing?” Jordon said trying to figure out what she was talking about.
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“Practicing.” She responded with an innocent looking smile.
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“Practicing what?” he asked already knowing the answer.
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“My version of what happened to your hand… I mean, it probably won’t be noticed, so I’ll have to start asking people if they noticed. But I want to make sure the story flows smoothly… much more exciting that way.” She said with the practiced ease of a gossip queen.
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“I punched Lt. Col. Armstrong.” He said finally… anything to shut her up.
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“He was in the head with you?” she asked pausing her cleaning.
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Jordon glared at her for a moment before finally taking a deep breath. “No, he was in the meeting with the Admiral, as I’m sure your aware… we have a bit of history, and no, I don’t care if you are going to spread lies… I’m not going into it.”
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Inola nodded. “I understand.” She said finishing with his hand. “That wasn’t so bad, was it.” She said in a mocking voice, like she was talking to a child. “I’m afraid I don’t have many options… do you want Sponge Bob, or the Little Mermaid?” she asked looking through the box of Band-Aids.
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“I don’t think that’s necessary.” He said wondering why he was putting up with her.
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She smiled at him, and put the kit back together. “So, should I call them, or do you want to?”
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For once, Jordon was already on the same train of thought… better to get this over with sooner rather than later… maybe he wouldn’t even have to unpack. “I’ll take care of it.” He said looking at his hand wishing he had a stock of booze in the cabinet.
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“Very well… good luck.” She said heading towards the door. “I’ll be looking through personnel files in case you need to recommend a replacement.” She said just before closing the door.
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Jordon shook his head as she left. Sooner or later he’d have a chance to really consider what he was going to do about her. He grabbed the phone and dialed the number for his boss.
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