A Story Fragment for Kirsten
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gridloreBabylon 5, August 1st, 2260
The Zocalo. Danny glanced around the bar; humans, Minbari, Centauri, even a couple of pak'ma'ra in the corner. Wonder what they're drinking, he mused, as he sipped the odd clear drink the bartender had pushed on him. Suddenly, a hand dropped heavily on his shoulder.
"Mr. Ocean! What a surprise to see you here!"
Danny turned in his chair. "Mr. Garibaldi! You're looking good. Love what you've done with your hair...or what's left of it."
The security chief slid into a chair across from Danny. "Bald jokes. Cute. Okay, let's cut to the chase. What are you here to steal? The B5 payroll? The Centauri crown jewels?"
"Michael, if I was going to steal the Centauri crown jewels, I'd go to Centauri Prime. Anyway they don't have crown jewels, the emperor wears that thing around his neck."
Garibaldi chuckled. "Y'know, it's funny. wherever you show up, things go missing. It was true on Mars, it was true on Proxima 3, it was true in Vegas. You're trouble, and I am letting you know that I'll be watching your every move."
Danny drained his drink. "Well," he said, carefully placing the glass back on the table, "it's nice to know that Babylon 5 security is dedicating so much attention to my safety. Thank you, Mr. Garibaldi. I'm all warm and tingly inside."
Garibaldi pushed his chair back and stood up. "Great. Just keep that feeling and remember why you have it. One slip up, and you're mine." He stalked off towards the elevators.
Danny watched him leave as another person occupied the seat Garibaldi had just vacated. Danny glanced at him. "Rusty, I think you can lose the gloves and pin now." Rusty glanced down, and quickly pulled a Psi-Corps pin from his lapel.
"Everyone away?"
Rusty was pulling off a glove with his teeth. He mumbled "Yep", then continued "Roman and Reuben are on a flight to Earth. Saul decided to head to Centauri space, says he has a plan there. Oh, and you're never going to believe this one."
"Try me."
"Frank Catton is going to Minbar. Says he's going to enter a monastery."
"That's going to last a week, and then I suspect it will be the poorest sect on the planet. We ready?"
"Ship's ready. What did the security guy want?"
"He was just warning me that he's going to be watching me, now that he knows I'm here." Danny picked up a large bag and hefted it to his shoulder. "Mr. Garibaldi is under the impression I'm planning a job."
"We've been here three weeks."
"True enough. Wonder what he's going to say when he figures that out. . . Wait a second." Danny pulled a wad of bills out of his pocket and waved to the bored looking bartender. He peeled off several bills. "Send a case of that Zima stuff to Security Chief Garibaldi from Daniel Ocean. On the card write 'Docking Bay 11, July 12, 2260', got it? Thanks."
The two men walked out of the bar.
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Date: 1 Aug 2008 17:29 (UTC)(That said, this is more of a ficlet...drabble has a specific definition that tends to get overlooked a lot. And from the LJ-Addict standpoint, I'd go ahead and repeat your cut-text at the top of the story, since
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