The Thing Revisited
Turning fully and looking at the crew, Shaffer said "Well Riles, we had better take on Command's request and check on these scientists."
With hands raised to cup his mouth, Shaffer said, "Everyone, I'm going to need your attention please!" Only a few heads turned to answer Shaffer's call, as that everyone was consumed with talking or petting the strangely still and silent dog. After a moment of hesitation, Shaffer realized the best course of action to get everyone's attention.
Shaffer turned and walked around to the rear of the crane. Reaching into the cranes toolbox, Shaffer pulled out the largest wrench he could find and walked to the railed edge of the deck. Without unnecessary drama, Shaffer lifted and banged the wrench against the railing with several large clanging bangs.
With satisfaction, Shaffer noted that an immediate silence closed around the crowd and every head turned to see what the noise was about. Cupping hands to mouth a second time, Shaffer said, "We have a situation concerning a group of Americans near the Bay of Trepidation. Command has gave us the call to do a little check up on their situationÂ…"
Before Shaffer could get another word out, he grounded to a halt. Dr. Ramos, with a look of anger had stepped from the crowd, eyes narrowed and hands on hips. With a voice full of disdain, Dr. Ramos said, "I don't care about a bunch of American Scientist that may have forgotten to wipe their own asses, I need to get to where I can take my samples!" The way her voice rose to a crescendo as she reached the end of her sentence reminded Shaffer of a kettle reaching boil.
Shaffer began "I'm sorry Dr. Ramos, butÂ…" Again Shaffer was only able to get a few words out as Dr. Shaffer blurted "I don't care for your sorry, I only want my samples!" Shaffer took note of the way her lip curled up slightly in her anger; even in this state, she was one of the most attractive women Shaffer thought he had ever seen.
Gathering his will to stand his ground, Shaffer said, "Dr. Ramos, I'm sure that your samples are very important, but when weighed against the possible endangerment of lives, I'm sure that you can understand where our interest must be."
With a look of the slightest reservation, Dr. Ramos simply turned a walked gracefully toward the stairs leading below deck. Catching nearly every mans attention with as her superbly shaped rear end as it was visible descending the stairs she was gone. Riles leaned in close to Shaffer's ear and said "Well that turned out well." Shaffer could clearly visualize his accompanying smirk.
Shaffer, with a loud coughing sound turned heads his direction again. "Everyone go back to your daily activities, we make way to the Bay of Trepidation." Look of reservation, every one turned and made their way back into the belly of the Polar Star, with the exception of Shaffer and Riles, who made their way to bridge of the ship.
As Shaffer and Riles ascending the steps leading to the bridge, Shaffer realized that he no longer saw the dog on the deck. Where could the dog have gone?
With hands raised to cup his mouth, Shaffer said, "Everyone, I'm going to need your attention please!" Only a few heads turned to answer Shaffer's call, as that everyone was consumed with talking or petting the strangely still and silent dog. After a moment of hesitation, Shaffer realized the best course of action to get everyone's attention.
Shaffer turned and walked around to the rear of the crane. Reaching into the cranes toolbox, Shaffer pulled out the largest wrench he could find and walked to the railed edge of the deck. Without unnecessary drama, Shaffer lifted and banged the wrench against the railing with several large clanging bangs.
With satisfaction, Shaffer noted that an immediate silence closed around the crowd and every head turned to see what the noise was about. Cupping hands to mouth a second time, Shaffer said, "We have a situation concerning a group of Americans near the Bay of Trepidation. Command has gave us the call to do a little check up on their situationÂ…"
Before Shaffer could get another word out, he grounded to a halt. Dr. Ramos, with a look of anger had stepped from the crowd, eyes narrowed and hands on hips. With a voice full of disdain, Dr. Ramos said, "I don't care about a bunch of American Scientist that may have forgotten to wipe their own asses, I need to get to where I can take my samples!" The way her voice rose to a crescendo as she reached the end of her sentence reminded Shaffer of a kettle reaching boil.
Shaffer began "I'm sorry Dr. Ramos, butÂ…" Again Shaffer was only able to get a few words out as Dr. Shaffer blurted "I don't care for your sorry, I only want my samples!" Shaffer took note of the way her lip curled up slightly in her anger; even in this state, she was one of the most attractive women Shaffer thought he had ever seen.
Gathering his will to stand his ground, Shaffer said, "Dr. Ramos, I'm sure that your samples are very important, but when weighed against the possible endangerment of lives, I'm sure that you can understand where our interest must be."
With a look of the slightest reservation, Dr. Ramos simply turned a walked gracefully toward the stairs leading below deck. Catching nearly every mans attention with as her superbly shaped rear end as it was visible descending the stairs she was gone. Riles leaned in close to Shaffer's ear and said "Well that turned out well." Shaffer could clearly visualize his accompanying smirk.
Shaffer, with a loud coughing sound turned heads his direction again. "Everyone go back to your daily activities, we make way to the Bay of Trepidation." Look of reservation, every one turned and made their way back into the belly of the Polar Star, with the exception of Shaffer and Riles, who made their way to bridge of the ship.
As Shaffer and Riles ascending the steps leading to the bridge, Shaffer realized that he no longer saw the dog on the deck. Where could the dog have gone?