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Old July 10 2011, 08:34 PM   #31
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Hmm...no comments for the weekend?

EDIT: Phew. That's a relief....
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So Bashir did know what exactly she was doing in the ladies' room. To quote Emily Litella: "Never mind."
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Old July 11 2011, 02:12 AM   #33
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Okay! NOW--this, ladies and gentlemen, is where the plot thickens.

New casting note: Mr. Crant, Crolin's top henchman, is modeled after actor Christoph Waltz.


Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
"From Risa With Love"
Chapter 5




They went straight to Cynthia’s room in the Resort of the Vulcan Stone. It was basically identical to Bashir’s own, more or less. The furniture was arranged somewhat differently, of course…and Bashir couldn’t help but notice that her bed seemed large enough for two.

Oh, of course you’d take note of that. You simply can’t help yourself, can you, Julian?

Cynthia promptly removed her earrings as she sat down at her desk, Bashir standing behind her. She pulled the tricorder out of her purse, and connected the earrings onto the front end. A hum escaped the machine, as it took in the information. Finally, it chirped its success.

Cynthia tossed Julian a light smile, and activated the screen on her desk. They saw, as expected, a complete and detailed schematic of the extent of their “tour”.

“Well,” Cynthia remarked, “The ground floor and above checks out.”

“Not really,” Bashir muttered.

Cynthia turned to him. “Julian?”

“I don’t know. Perhaps it’s paranoia on my part, after what you’d said but…I sincerely doubt our Mr. Crolin intends to own that place for any length of time.”

“Meaning…what, exactly?”

“I mean—the furnishing of the rooms consisted of only the cheapest materials. Most people wouldn’t notice it, but…most people don’t possess my enhancements. Anyway—if he were truly intending to compete with the other resorts, surely he would spare no expense in the renovations. Impressiveness and uniqueness is all too essential in this sort of thing—and yet…it’s only impressive if you don’t know what to look for.”

Cynthia nodded slowly. “So…that supports our suspicions, then?”

“I’d say so. But naturally, most if not all of our questions would be answered if we knew exactly what is going on in the basement levels. Now, of course he didn’t take us down there. How’s your general scan?”

Cynthia pressed the appropriate controls on the tricorder. The screen changed. “I have an idea as to the size of the lower levels. The basement is normal—for all I can tell, it is office space.”

“And the subbasement?”

Cynthia turned to him. “The space in that level is massive enough so that it extends underneath the neighboring resorts.”

Bashir shook his head in bewilderment. “What would they be doing down there?”

Cynthia shrugged. “I…was able to pick up an energy signature.”

“A weapon?”

She shook her head. “It’s nothing that massive. It could be simply a…reactor for the cooling system.”

“Well, let’s see it. The slightest detail could be important.”

“All right.”

Cynthia entered the command, and the vague, undefined schematic of the subbasement filled the screen. “Most of it is concentrated at a point, here,” she pointed to a glowing hub, “At the center of the level.”

“Well, there’s your reactor. But,” Julian pointed to a thin, faint line extending from the concentration, “You see that?”

She nodded. “Yes…an extension?”

“It looks that way. Note that it travels off into the distance, without any indication of going up to service the building. It fades the further it goes—but I’d say that’s only due to the limited range of a tricorder. Interestingly enough, it’s just as well for Crolin that it’s that faint—had we not suspected his ‘business’ already, this could just be shrugged off as an interesting anomaly.”

“I suppose, but…what couldit be for?”

“Knowing the Syndicate, I’d wager they’re controlling something from down there, using the resort as a cover.”

“Obviously. But what?”

Bashir ran the question over in his mind. What indeed? What on Risa…would they be able to control? What would they be able to control here, that they couldn’t on any other planet? What does Risa have, that other worlds—?

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him—a theory which would explain it all.

“Cynthia,” he asked. “Where’s the weather control system, relative to the Palais?”

Cynthia stared at him for a moment, a mixture of concern and bewilderment on her face. But she entered the command into the console. A map filled the screen, the locations of the Palais and the weather control system indicated by two white dots—a mile or so apart.

“All right. Now…enter the ‘path’ of the energy signature—and extrapolate it.”

She froze for a moment, as the idea apparently entered her mind, as well. Finally, she entered the command.

Bashir was not disappointed. The line that appeared connected the two dots perfectly.

Cynthia shook her head with a whispered “Mon…”

“Clever, really,” Bashir muttered. “They’re tapping into the weather net. With the right technology, they could target a specific location and, say, strike it with lightning…or create a drought, or a flood. With residents and tourists unable to escape the planet, due to threats of storms and unstable weather...they could effectively hold the entire planet for ransom.”

Cynthia leaned back in her seat, hand on her forehead. “And it will happen soon, then—just like we feared.”

Bashir felt a smile come to his face, and he clasped her shoulder. “Not if we can help it.”

Cynthia looked up at him, blankly.

Julian raised an eyebrow. “Tonight, what say we turn off the lights on Mr. Crolin?”

Cynthia frowned. “…‘We’?”

Bashir shrugged. “Why not? We started this together—we might as well finish it the same way.”

Cynthia looked off for a moment, and sighed.

Bashir frowned. “Something wrong?”

“N-nothing, Julian. Just…”

She turned back to him, and rose to her feet. “Doctor…you were a great help to me, but frankly, with your…close call in the lift with Mr. Crolin, I’m not sure I can trust you in a more dangerous situation.”

Julian shook his head. “You wound me.”

“Doctor, I’m quite serious. You’re not…you’re not a professional in these things.”

Bashir crossed his arms, looking at her intently. “Agent Holland…I am a Starfleet Officer. I have been trained for combat—by both the Academy and the field. And frankly…two heads are better than one in such situations.”

“Doctor, if all goes well, there’ll not be any ‘combat’.”

“Cynthia—nothing ever goes according to plan. You of all people should know that.”

Cynthia raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps not…but two people are more likely to be discovered.”

“And one person is more likely to be shot in the back. Frankly, it’s a wonder S.I. didn’t give you backup to begin with.”

She hesitated, looking off.

Julian leaned forward a bit, and added in a teasing whisper, “I…promise I’ll follow your orders….”

Holland swallowed a bit, and finally nodded. “All right.” She met his gaze. “But consider yourself held to that.”

“Good!” Bashir smiled.

Cynthia returned the smile, but only halfheartedly.

“Oh, don’t worry, Agent—I think you’ll find I’ll prove most resourceful.”

The girl narrowed her eyes, her smile returning in full. “Oh, you’ve already proven that, sir.”

“Perhaps…” Julian’s own eyes narrowed, “But I’ve yet to show you the…extent of my abilities.”

Cynthia raised an eyebrow, as she sat herself on the edge of the desk, crossing her legs. “Really? You’re that capable, Dr. Bashir?”

“In many ways, Miss Holland.”

“Through your enhancements, I presume?”

“Well, I suppose so, but I’d think experience would also count.”

Her smile grew. “How much experience…?”

Bashir lowered his tone. “A considerable amount. My field naturally involves a great deal of…research.”

“I would imagine so….” Cynthia slid off the desk, and walked past him. Her arm brushed against his, gently and—Bashir strongly suspected—deliberately.

“Still,” she continued, as she turned to him, “I trust you will remember to keep your word, Doctor…following my orders to the letter.”

“Absolutely.”

“Then I expect you here.” Her eyebrow rose again, “No games. Comprenez-vous?”

Bashir raised an eyebrow of his own, as he turned to face her with a smirk. “Completely.”

Here, at…2100, sharp. We’ll need cover of darkness for this.”

“I suppose I’ll need to change—?”

“Not really, Doctor. Just something you can move freely in. And if you have a tricorder and a phaser…”

Bashir nodded. “Very well. 2100—and no games, I promise.”

“Good. I’ll report to my superiors, and ready the equipment for tonight. And then…” she slowly smoothed out her dress with her palms, “You will prove to me, tonight, just how far your abilities take you.”

Bashir’s smile grew. “As I said…you will not be disappointed.”


* * *

In the basement level of the Palais de Mystère, Crolin sat in his office, steepling his fingers as he looked across his desk at the man giving the report. “You’re sure?”

Mr. Crant, his most trusted subordinate, responded with a nod. “Of course, sir…Resort of the Vulcan Stone, ninth floor, suite 973.”

“And you say he only checked in two days ago?”

“Correct.”

“What of the girl—Miss Gabrielle?”

Crant shrugged. “Well, there’s nothing on her, as of yet. There are only two residents of the Resort with the name ‘Gabrielle’, and to be frank…neither fit the description. Obviously, she is either under an alias, or in a different resort. Perhaps both.”

Crolin nodded. “Of course.”

He looked off. “So…Dr. Julian Bashir, of Starfleet. Chief medical officer of Deep Space Nine—has a service of considerable note during the Dominion War…and now, looking into our affairs…”

Crant raised an eyebrow. “You think Starfleet suspects?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t care to take unnecessary risks—we must assume that they do.” Crolin sighed. “Serves us right, I suppose…. In the future, we must make sure to be more subtle, particularly in our financial transactions.”

To his credit, Mr. Crant apparently resolved not to remind him that he’d expressed that same concern beforehand. Of course, Crolin had understood that the operation had best be conducted as quickly as possible, so his decision had been final.

Crolin tuned back to his subordinate. “Keep track of the doctor. And if you locate the girl, keep track of her, too. In the meantime…we’d best carry on with the plan tonight—make sure they have as little time as possible to interfere.”

Crant smiled, and nodded. “Of course, sir….” And he turned, and left to carry out his orders.

Crolin leaned back in his seat. Ah, well. With any luck, this would prove to be merely a minor inconvenience.


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Old July 11 2011, 08:28 PM   #34
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Nothing goes according to plan indeed. It's shaping up into a big confrontation to derail the Syndicate's plans.
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Oh, my apologies. I totally forgot to comment.

Still, loving it, mate. Looks like the villains are catching on. As for plans, "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong."

I've actually developed a...countermeasure, if you will, against this type of thing. If you keep Plan A deliberately vague enough, you will not need Plan B, C, D or the ultimate mess: Plan F, as in, we're all fu...
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Old July 12 2011, 01:41 AM   #36
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And the plot thickens! Mwa ha ha...I like this evil plan the Syndicate gangsters have cooked up. Devious and audacious and awesome - just the kind of evil plot Julian Bashir lives to tear to pieces. Keep it up!
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Old July 12 2011, 02:05 AM   #37
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And now...a little "build-up" scene, as our heroes prepare for their mission. As always, it's not a "Bond" story without gadgets of one kind or another....


Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
"From Risa With Love"

Chapter 6



When he returned to her apartment, Cynthia was waiting for him—still in the green dress. Despite himself, Bashir let out a chuckle.

Holland tilted her head. “What?”

“What, you don’t have a field uniform?”

She gave a slight blush. “Oh, I—seem to have misplaced it. I like this better, anyway.”

Bashir shrugged. “Well—I’d hate for that to be damaged—”

She laughed. “Don’t worry…these are quite functional.”

I’m sure they are.

“So,” Bashir said, “What do we have, then?”

She grinned, holding up a large Starfleet-issue case. “Look at these.” She set it on the desk, opening it, taking out the tools, one by one.

First was a small cylinder—much like a hypospray. “This is for allowing us into the building—deactivating the security device for one of the secondary entranceways.”

“A lock pick.”

“More or less. But naturally, we’d not want to be detected by the scanners, inside.”

“I’d say not. Your solution?”

This,” she held up a smaller device, resembling a tricorder scanner, “should interfere with our bio-signs. When activated, it warps the scanning signal, bending it around us—much like a…”

Bashir nodded, smiling. “…cloaking device!”

“Yes…but someone on the level would still see us, obviously.” She took out a second, handing it to him. “You’ll want to put this in your tricorder, as well. One for each of us.”

Bashir took it, tilting his head. “You carry two?”

Holland shrugged.

Bashir chuckled. “Should I consider myself lucky—or are you always assigned two of everything?”

“Oh, not everything, Doctor—this is merely essential for every agent on the field. It wouldn’t do for something to happen to this on assignment. It’s recommended we have backup for that.”

“Oh, of course…. Anything else?”

“Well, I have an assortment of standard-issue sabotage devices…they should short-circuit the reactor, and detonate at a pre-set time afterwards.”

“Yes—about that. I sincerely hope that won’t affect the turbolifts.”

“Oh, it shouldn’t.”

“Well, that’s good. I don’t recall seeing any alternative exits in the scan—stairways to the main level…?”

“There’re not—doubtless for security reasons.”

Bashir nodded. “Well, I’d hate to be stuck down there….”

The girl shrugged again. “We shouldn’t. Still…if the worst should happen—we could always open the top of the lift, and climb….”

Bashir sighed. “I don’t suppose you have a belt with a grapple.”

She shook her head.

“Well, then,” he muttered, “We’d better hope you’re right about the lifts. I can’t say I came here to end up sore—at best.”

Cynthia chuckled. “Neither did I.”


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I do like this hybrid of Bond and Trek. You obviously know, and love, both subjects well, and do a great job of combining them.

I was being a bit overly suspicious earlier. When I read that Cynthia' parents had died in a mountaineering accident I thought it could be an in-joke, which it was. But I had another thought, that Cynthia might not be on the level and had lied to Bashir knowing that he was a Bond fan. She might have been using that to play on his sympathies, to manipulate him for some reason...

I'm glad to see I was wrong!
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^Thanks, Badger.
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Mate, i was half expecting a, "You're Q," points at the new guy, "that makes you R, doesn't it?"

Splendi! Cant wait until the shit hits the fan. They will end up in quite a few sticky situations, I'd imagine.
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^I belive that, in some sense, you will not be disappointed....

And now...the action begins:


Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
"From Risa With Love"
Chapter 6



There are moments of great satisfaction in the life of a would-be secret agent. Particularly, of course, when one is genetically enhanced. In this case, the moment came when they arrived at one of the secondary entrances to the Palais de Mystère.

Not a sound came from inside—or outside, it seemed. To Bashir, it was akin to the proverbial calm before the storm.

Cynthia turned to him. “Your cloak is on?”

He nodded.

She returned the nod, and started work on the lock.

Bashir surveyed the area around them, eyes sharp for anything out of the ordinary. One of the benefits of his enhancements involved an increased perception of the universe around him…and frankly, he wagered that would doubtless be especially useful for a spy.

He found himself briefly wondering whether he should consider an official transfer to Starfleet Intelligence—not for the first time. Or the last, he mused with an internal smile.

No…probably not—not yet, anyway. Not unless I feel useless where I am…which probably shouldn’t happen for a while.

He put aside that debate for another night, focusing on the situation at hand. As of now…he saw nothing of concern. Still…this is the Syndicate we’re dealing with. If they are experts at anything, it’s hiding….

A whispered French exclamation made him turn to Cynthia with a frown. The girl shook her head and straightened up.

“This is going to take longer than I thought,” she muttered.

Bashir smiled. “Let me have a look.”

She turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “Oh?”

His smile widened, as he held out his hand. Holland sighed, and handed the device to him.

Bashir took out his tricorder, scanning the lock. After a moment, he put it away, worked on the lock for seventeen-point-four seconds—and straightened up as the lock gave way.

Cynthia chuckled. “If you were trying to impress me, Doctor, you’ve certainly succeeded.”

Bashir nodded, beaming. “Glad to hear it!” he replied, handing the device back to her. Cynthia put it in her bag, and pulled out her phaser. Bashir reached to his holster, pulling out his own.

Bashir kept his gaze sharp as they entered, heading directly for the lobby. They moved as slowly and carefully as they could, minimizing the echo of their footsteps.

Finally, they arrived at the lift. Cynthia stiffened, pushed the control—

—and flinched when the single, prominent ding echoed across the lobby.

They held themselves still, phasers at the ready. After a minute of silence…they breathed a collective sigh of relief. No one was around to hear, apparently.

“I don’t remember it being quite that loud,” Bashir muttered. Holland just shook her head.

The doors opened. Bashir and Holland rushed in. When the doors closed, Cynthia pulled out her tricorder, consulting it for a moment.

“Any life signs?” Bashir asked.

Cynthia frowned at the screen in clear concern. Finally, she looked up, swallowed, and shook her head. “No one—on either level.”

Bashir stiffened again. “It’s too easy, isn’t it?”

She nodded, and put the tricorder away. She checked her phaser, changing its setting.

“Wide beam?” Bashir asked, doing the same.

She nodded. “Be ready.”

He returned the nod…and pressed the control for the subbasement. They stood at either end of the door, meeting each other’s gaze. They’d both clearly reached the same conclusion.

They must be doing exactly what we are—cloaking their life signs. For all we know, it could be filled with them.

The lift reached the subbasement level. A ding sounded. Bashir raised his phaser. Holland did the same. The doors opened.

It was just as they feared. Bashir could see at least twenty operatives inside—and they had noticed the open lift.

A disruptor beam shot out, hitting the rear of the lift. Bashir responded in kind, firing the wide beam. Holland did the same.

It was enough to allow them to duck forward, avoiding the next barrage of disruptor fire.

They hid behind a computer console, as Bashir took in their surroundings. It was basically a cylindrical cave, carved out of the rock. There was a second level, with a metal railing—filled with operatives, all armed with disruptor rifles—all firing in their direction. In the middle of the floor was a dome-shaped mechanism—the reactor—surrounded by a large circle of computer consoles, including the one he and Cynthia were now hiding behind.

Bashir logged in his mind the location of all the operatives—including the handful on their level, hiding behind the consoles across from them, firing away.

He turned to Holland. “I think we’ll have to use one of those ‘sabotage devices’ of yours—set it for immediate detonation, and throw it up there,” he pointed past her at the upper level, where six operatives stood.

Cynthia nodded, pulling out a charge. She fiddled with it for a moment, and threw.

It worked. The shock of the explosion threw the men tumbling over the railing.

Bashir leapt up, firing up at the remaining guards. Holland shot across the room, keeping the ones behind the consoles at bay. Finally, the latter group was all that was left.

Bashir hid back down, Cynthia following suit. “Do we have enough for another one?”

She nodded. “Mm-hmm.”

“Good. I’ll keep them there.” He fired at the consoles. After a moment, Cynthia threw the second charge.

After the explosion…there was silence.

Bashir smiled at her. “You play any sports, by any chance?”

Cynthia chuckled. “Here and there—I mostly swim.”

“Any tennis?”

She tilted her head. “A little…why?”

Bashir shrugged. “Well, I’d certainly not want to play against you on a bad day. All right, I think that’s all of them, for now.”

Cynthia nodded. “I sincerely hope so! You’ll stand guard—I’ll work on the reactor.”

Bashir nodded.

He surveyed the area, phaser at the ready—back to normal setting, to increase power. It would certainly only be a matter of time before more operatives arrived—and by that time, those currently sprawled out on the floor unconscious would revive. The price of the wide-beam setting—the effects are not as prolonged.

He could just imagine what was going on in the basement level above—an underling informing Crolin: “Sir—we’re detecting weapons fire near the reactor!” “It must be that Starfleet doctor, and his ‘associate’. Send all hands down there—and bring them to me, dead or alive!”

Or words to that effect.

Minutes past—precious time, counting down to another confrontation. After a while, Bashir frowned. What’s taking her so long? She’s just setting…

He turned to her—and froze in bewilderment. She was scanning one of the computer consoles with her tricorder. After this, she knelt beside it, pulling out a panel, running her fingers inside, as if looking for something.

Bashir raised an eyebrow. “Cynthia—we don’t have much time. What are you doing?”

“Just stand guard,” she called out.

“Cynthia—just set the charges, so we can—”

Doctor—you have your orders!”

Bashir stiffened. What on Earth…?

But there was no time to think. His instincts kicked in, and he ducked to avoid a disruptor blast. He returned fire at the operative, who was standing on the upper level by a door—probably leading up to the basement “offices”.

Eight more appeared. Bashir fired at random, to keep them scrambling for cover.

“Cynthia!” he called out, “Whatever you’re doing—we don’t have the time. Just set the charges, so we can—”

Not yet!”

Of course not. Bashir kept firing. Never make a promise you’ll come to regret.

Apparently there was another door—because they were now being fired at from the other direction. Bashir heard another phaser—apparently, Cynthia was holding her own, as well. It was clearly still set for wide-beam, because the firing soon stopped at that end.

But not for long, I’d wager.

“Cynthia—”

“A few more minutes—keep covering!”

Bashir sighed, continuing to fire.

He stole a glance behind him. Cynthia was taking something—a large cylinder-shape—out of the inside of the console. Finally, she set it inside the bag.

What—?

But he had no time to think. There were more coming from the doorway, all firing like mad.

Cynthia, we have to go—”

“Setting the charges!”

Oh, for goodness sake—

He continued his barrage, making every shot count—at both doorways.

He heard one of the operatives shouting. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he could pick up the name “Crolin”. The man was probably reporting to his superior—what the report was, he couldn’t make out.

At last, he heard her call out, “We’re done!”

Finally! “All right—go!”

She rushed past him, firing at random. The lift opened.

Bashir ran as fast as his legs could carry him. The doors closed behind them, and Cynthia hit the control for the main floor.

“How long?” Bashir asked, catching his breath as he reset his phaser for wide-beam.

“Five minutes.”

“Can they remove them?”

“If they try, their hands will regret it.”

“Good. Now—”

“No time. We’ll talk when we’re out.”

He nodded. “Fair enough….”

The doors opened—and they fired blindly, rushing out to take advantage of what confusion they could cause. Bashir fired at the main entranceway. The explosion cleared the way out to the moonlit streets of Risa.

They had just cleared the building when the ground rocked underneath their feat. Bashir heard the sounds of creaking walls and crumbling ceiling behind him, as they both fell forward.

Bashir turned behind him to see the floor of the Palais crumble—doubtless taking most of Crolin’s men.

Finally…there was silence. All was still.

He reached over, clasping Cynthia’s shoulder, “Are you all right?”

She let out a cough, as she sat up, nodding. “I’m all right, Julian.”

“Good. Now, we’d better get back to the Resort right away. Some of them might still be alive. I heard one of them call Crolin before we ran out. Can you still run—?”

“Yes, I’m fine, Julian. Let’s go.”

They ran off, as utter bewilderment took root in the mind of Julian Bashir.


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Old July 13 2011, 07:57 PM   #42
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Re: Star Trek: From Risa With Love--An Adventure Of Dr. Julian Bashir

Not unless I feel useless where I am…which probably shouldn’t happen for a while.
Amusing little tie-in to Zero Sum Game.

Now to the revelation that Cynthia Holland is a Section 31 operative looking to recruit Bashir into the organization.
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^It's funny--I actually wrote this tale in bits and pieces. Much of the big scenes between Cynthia and Julian were actually written last fall, but I didn't fill in all the blanks until recently. Thus, much of this tale was written before ZSG came out...but when it did, I decided to sort of "mold" my tale into something of a prequel.

The scene you just read was written pretty late--a month or so ago. Julian's thoughts here is, frankly, one of two big examples of the "molding". The other one will show up near the end.
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So Cynthia has her own agenda...

Great sequence, action packed and exciting. It seems a little odd that the baddies didn't disable the lift, but that happens in action movies anyway so I'll let you off with a warning.

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(Sheepish chuckle) Well...as Cynthia had established, there were no alternative exits to the main level from the bottom floors. It wouldn't do to have had our heroes trapped down there.

As for an "in-story" explanation...I'd say, because of that, the bad guys needed them on, so they could escape....

Glad you liked it, mate!
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