=/-\= Andor =/-\=
"Go find some tools, why don't you", Lieutenant Castillo said to
himself as he trudged through the snow. "This is Nuts", he he
continued to grumble, moving towards what looked like a temporary
command post being set up. As he approached he noticed several armed
men standing in front of a trailer. 'Must be somebody important in
there', he thought to himself and moved past them towards another
grouping of tents containing injured people. He stepped inside the
first tent where three people were laying on cots. Noticing a black
bad under the first bed Castillo kneeled down, pulled it out and
opened it up. Inside he found a tricorder and a knife. "Sorry mate",
he said looking up at the unconscious man whom he was stealing from.
Taking the two items he then pushed the bag back and stepped to the
next bed.
"Well whats this", Charly said to himself as he saw a security
pass-card still clipped to the patients chest. "You wont be needing
this for a while", he muttered under his breath and stashed the card
in his pocket. Moving to the final patient he found no tools but
noticed a flask held tightly in his hand. Sliding the container out
of the man's grip he unscrewed the lid and sniffed inside. "Oooh",
Charly chuckled as the alcohol fumes hit his nostrils. "I think I'm
gonna need this more than you now", he said taking a swig and standing
up.
Turning around he stepped to the tent entrance flipped the flap back
and was just about to step out when he noticed a small tool box
containing an assortment of different items sitting on the ground next
to the entrance. Charly quickly grabbed it by the handle quickly
stepped outside.
Content that he had scrounged enough equipment so that Captain Reese
wouldn't threaten his life again, the Lieutenant then made his way
back towards the triage center that they had set up.
=/-\= End Log =/-\=
First Lieutenant Carlos "Charly' Castillo
DSec
USS Chimera