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fardell2417. Overnight Interlude
Half an hour later, Nina emerged from the TARDIS wearing a short cape over her Starfleet uniform, her hair loose and a small mask. She was carrying a tricorder, quarterstaff and a flashlight. She wasn't sure where in the city Octavius could have gone. She closed the ship's door and ran a scan. Octavius was no where near. Nor was Spider-Man. That wasn't entirely unexpected. 'I guess I'll scour the city anyway,' she thought. She walked along the street.
The night was uneventful as she scoured most of Midtown. She couldn't find neither Octavius nor Spider-Man. There were the usual things associated with a large city she found. Homeless taking advantage of whatever shelter they could find, along with nocturnal animals hunting along the streets that were less busy than during the day. The tricorder didn’t detect anything unusual. ‘But there might still be something there,’ she thought as she arrived back at the TARDIS just after sunrise.
She put the tricorder on the console. “Analyse the tricorder data. See if there’s anything unusual in the patterns.
There was a ding. Nina then looked up the information of the rescue of Hernandez from MI6, so she could re-read it while she waited.
Half an hour later, Nina emerged from the TARDIS wearing a short cape over her Starfleet uniform, her hair loose and a small mask. She was carrying a tricorder, quarterstaff and a flashlight. She wasn't sure where in the city Octavius could have gone. She closed the ship's door and ran a scan. Octavius was no where near. Nor was Spider-Man. That wasn't entirely unexpected. 'I guess I'll scour the city anyway,' she thought. She walked along the street.
The night was uneventful as she scoured most of Midtown. She couldn't find neither Octavius nor Spider-Man. There were the usual things associated with a large city she found. Homeless taking advantage of whatever shelter they could find, along with nocturnal animals hunting along the streets that were less busy than during the day. The tricorder didn’t detect anything unusual. ‘But there might still be something there,’ she thought as she arrived back at the TARDIS just after sunrise.
She put the tricorder on the console. “Analyse the tricorder data. See if there’s anything unusual in the patterns.
There was a ding. Nina then looked up the information of the rescue of Hernandez from MI6, so she could re-read it while she waited.
