Kara leaned forward, without regard to the new entry. She surveyed the photograph, thoroughly unimpressed. "Looks like a motorcycle, doesn't it, Lieutenant?" She glanced at Calavicci and then back to the pompous little captain, sneering. "Yours?" She pretended to take a second to reconsider, then wrinkled her nose. "Never mind - you couldn't even stand over it."
The man slammed his fist down on the table and moved toward Kara. Sterns grasped his shoulder, pulling him back and almost off his feet. "Foster!" he barked in a warning tone. The Captain shot a nasty look at the Commander, but it was lost on the larger man who'd already turned back toward Al and Kara.
He looked right past Kara to Calavicci. "Just... give us your cooperation, huh?" Turning his head to include Kara in his stern gaze, he added, "The both of you." He sighed and backed up, gesturing to Foster, passing the baton.
The shorter man cleared his throat and made a show of straightening his jacket. "Lieutenant Calavicci," he said stiffly, "is this your motorcycle?"
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The man slammed his fist down on the table and moved toward Kara. Sterns grasped his shoulder, pulling him back and almost off his feet. "Foster!" he barked in a warning tone. The Captain shot a nasty look at the Commander, but it was lost on the larger man who'd already turned back toward Al and Kara.
He looked right past Kara to Calavicci. "Just... give us your cooperation, huh?" Turning his head to include Kara in his stern gaze, he added, "The both of you." He sighed and backed up, gesturing to Foster, passing the baton.
The shorter man cleared his throat and made a show of straightening his jacket. "Lieutenant Calavicci," he said stiffly, "is this your motorcycle?"