Intrigue
"You're going to need help," he rumbled. "I may know someone who can get the wheels moving, get you the resources and people you need. Start you in the right direction, at least."
"Who?"
He waved the question aside. "Let me check first ... see when she can meet with you. In the meantime, I have patients to deal with, and you two don't qualify as such." He made a shooing gesture with one hand.
I got up and obediently moved toward the exit with Dora, but I paused before rounding the screen. He glanced up from the notes he was making, and I tilted my head as I looked back.
"See you later, Jack."
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Major (Dr.) Jack Cottle followed the crewman down the corridor to his Raptor. A smile kept tugging at his lips. He covered it by sticking an unlit cigarette in his mouth, and scowling at the ECO as he moved through the airlock. “Let’s get moving. I haven’t got all day.” The ECO, chastened, moved quickly to close the hatch and strap in.
Jack strapped himself into his seat in the back of the Raptor. He thought back over his encounters on the little transport. Kia Holtz. Very beguiling. He almost smiled, saw the ECO watching him, and caught himself in time. He lit his cigarette and blew smoke at the ECO, daring her to say anything. She blinked and turned back to her console.
Now convinced that he would have some time to himself, Jack leaned back in his seat and let his thoughts wander. Definitely a handsome woman, and a handful. He chuckled. I wonder if she’s attached … He ruthlessly squashed that train of thought. You’re way too busy and way too old to get involved with anyone. And there's Meaghan to consider. He took a deep drag on his cigarette, as he exhaled he watched the smoke make lazy curls toward the ventilation duct. But that doesn’t mean I can’t put Kia to work.
He continued through his rounds, and if any of his patients noticed that he was distracted, no one pointed it out to Cottle.
Later, as he flopped into his seat on board the Raptor, the pilot turned in his seat. “Back to the G, Major?”
“No, one more stop. Take me to Colonial One.”
“Yes, sir.” The pilot to his credit asked no questions. Rather he nodded and turned back to flying the small craft.
Jack settled in his seat, and devised his approach to the woman he had decided to see. The woman who he had told Kia could “get the wheels moving.”
Now let’s see if the schoolteacher has time for the children ….
OOC Comment: This entry will make more sense if you read When I woke up the next morning ... in Kia Holtz's journal. (From which the beginning is taken.) Those words are not mine and were not included in the word count.
MUSE: Major (Dr.) Cottle
FANDOM: Battlestar Galactica '03
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