Out of the Chocolate Box (14)

Last Friday, no different from every other Friday, Clarke, the robot streamed Queen through the quadraphonic amplified speakers, and we clapped, stomping our feet in the air to the beat. Nathan screwed up his dark face and mimed the chords on his air guitar:
‘Another one bites the dust! Doof! Doof!’ Liesel whooped while I raised my hands to cheer.

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Out of the Chocolate Box (11)

As I negotiated the now lime green corridors on the Sister Ship, I met a willowy young mother, Monica and her two-year-old son. Her boy was so cute with Mediterranean features, olive complexion, wide brown eyes and a tumble of dark curls. Dr Mario’s, Minna had told me. Poor Liesel, the blonde, I mean, Monica, had won that battle.

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Out of the Chocolate Box (9)

Besides, I didn’t want to be employed by ISF only for my empathy abilities, swanning around the fleet, mending broken emotions, collecting mental forensic evidence, picking brains in endless sessions of ISF court, weeding out truth from the stack of lies and in the end being solely responsible to save or space a life.

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Out of the Chocolate Box (8)

‘Aye, Sir.’ I sighed. ‘I’ll look forward to working with you, Captain.’ My knees went weak. I’m working with him! The Captain. Despite his current aloofness, he possessed an aura, powerful, magnetic, and I had to admit, Teutonic. There’s hope. I’ll convert him. Bring out the fun-loving relaxed side of him. There is a fun, relaxed side of him, surely. All this Captain stuff, this serious German thing is an act, surely.
‘Ready Ensign? It’s time.’ Fahrer glanced down at my legs.
‘I’m ready, Sir.’ I stepped towards him, my legs wobbling. ‘I’m all yours.’ Probably not the best choice of words, but then, I’m not known for my choice of words.

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The T-Team With Mr B (10)

And Rick complained, ‘Would you mind not coughing all over the place?’
‘I can’t help it,’ I wheezed. ‘I need some fresh air.’
Matt held his throat and rasped, ‘I can’t breathe.’
Mr. B glanced back at his son. ‘What’s that, boy?’
‘I can’t breathe,’ his son said.

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Out of the Chocolate Box (6)

He turned and beckoned, ‘Come on, Holly.’
I stood, my knees wobbled as the rubber boat bounced up and down on the waves.
Fritz held out his hand. ‘Come on, Holly, you can do it.’
I watched the waters, deep green and laced with froth rise and fall beneath me. ‘Yep, I can do this,’ I squeaked. My knees rose and fell at different times.
‘Grab my hand,’ Fritz urged, hooked his elbow through a rung of the ladder, and reached out to me.
‘Go for it,’ Nathan said.

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