by Avery Breaux
80210.18
15 Years before Taking Command-=Johnny Foley's, O'Farrell Street, San Francisco=-
"You did what?" Breaux shouted, bringing even the usually boisterous crowd at Johnny Foley's to a semi-standstill.
80210.18
15 Years before Taking Command-=Johnny Foley's, O'Farrell Street, San Francisco=-
"You did what?" Breaux shouted, bringing even the usually boisterous crowd at Johnny Foley's to a semi-standstill.
"Keep your voice down boyo," Angela Nolan pleaded. She smiled as the server moved from table to table...luckily they were in the large room to the rear of the San Francisco establishment.
"God damn it Angela...this is wrong...wrong!" Breaux angrily whispered across the table.The server brought their orders, mussels in Irish whiskey for Nolan and the cod fish and chips for Breaux. The server eyed them both to make certain everything was alright. 'A lover's spat?' she wondered.
"Can I fetch another beer, then?" she asked, Angela responding in the affirmative and Breaux shaking her off.The server gone, Nolan continued,
"Look...Starfleet has bastardized our attempts to end this Barbary Coast mess...I simply allowed the shipment, minus some money for the Maquis efforts...to hell with their damned bureaucracy...it's not like I kept the money."
Nolan's dark eyes flashed as she spoke, whenever she spoke passionately about something.
Breaux was fuming. His long time partner in Intelligence had crossed a line-one that he didn't want to address, but now it was inescapable. The history between the two of them was long and complicated, but this was aberrant by any definition.
Then, there was the 'code'. You didn't give up on your partner, no matter what.
An attractive woman several tables away was smiling at Avery. *Timing...it's all about timing,* Breaux thought.
He turned his attention back to Nolan. "Angela...you let the shipment go through. Tropolisine? All we had to do was intercept the shipment and make the arrests. Why? What the hell were you thinking...and why didn't you tell me?"
Nolan fidgeted for a moment. "I was trying to protect you...but now, I'm hoping you'll see the bloody logic."
"Logic?" Breaux laughed out loud. "We're nearly killed at Coit Tower because you don't tell me all the facts...and now you've gone ahead and cut some kind of deal with these losers...and you're going to say it's in the name of the Maquis?" Breaux hissed and he completed his thought.
Nolan sat back in her chair, "So you're done then? With the Maquis effort?"
The server returned with Angela's pint, and their conversation stopped until she moved away. Nolan continued, "Hudson himself asked that I let the shipment through. Hudson, boyo, think about it. If he's in...there are many others of his ranking."
Breaux interrupted her, "You aren't telling me things...you can't go off and have a meet and not tell me...you can't set up a meet and not tell me who is showing up...and now, letting the shipment run, and taking money for the cause...were you ever going to tell me...or was I going to get shot at again first?"
"Oh Jasus, Avery. What's the damned difference...you and I both give the Maquis information to keep them moving...and now that I've funneled some cash...we're bleedin' traitors? Spare me."
"Don't...don't ever keep me out of the loop again," Breaux managed, controlling his obvious anger.
Angela smiled broadly as she picked up a spoon, "So then. Are you in...or out?"
Breaux stared at her for a long moment, "You're my partner."
She smiled and nodded. Avery motioned for the server to bring him a pint. He turned to look at the woman from earlier, she was actually out of her seat and moving toward their table.
"Attractive," Nolan smirked as she continued with her meal, watching the woman close the gap between tables.
The woman stopped and pulled a card from her pocket and placed it on the table in front of Breaux, "Please...call me..." She smiled and moved toward the exit.
The card had a comm contact on it and a name...Alessa.