The Adventures of Dick and Fifi, Pt. VI

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LaRue finished dismantling the camera in the galley and pulled herself into the maintenance compartment. Smallshaft was just finishing working on the visual and audio circuits within Penetrator and for communication with Mission Control in New Orleans

"You took care of the cameras in the galley and your quarters Capt. LaRue?"

"Yes Commander, both cameras are out of commission and disassembled, but isn't this against PISS regulations?"

"No Capt., PISS requirements state that during a mission everything on the Bridge and within Engineering be recorded. The remainder of the ship is optional. I read the reg's and req's carefully, very carefully. I'd like to suggest that since it is just the two of us we dispense with the Captains and Commanders when not online with New Orleans? If that is acceptable to you, I'd like to be a bit more, uh... more informal, not as formal, you know. I mean if we are going to be doing...um... doing, well you know..."

"Yes good thinking Dick we can dispense with all the formalities, before we begin mission ∞Δ requirements. Now about these restrictive uniforms," Fifi LaRue began unzipping her jump suit.

"Uh, Yeah, exactly. Um, do you think you could hold off on the uniform for a moment, please? I need to concentrate for a few more minutes?" Without giving LaRue a chance to respond Smallshaft continued, "I've turned off all video systems within the Penetrator except Engineering and the Bridge, all off-ship audio systems are disabled except in my quarters, the bridge and engineering. Ship system audio capabilities are intact and all POSITION's hidden microphones have been destroyed, along with their hidden camera's, even the ones in your quarters."

"MY QUARTERS, what the... Why in my quarters?" Fifi was a bit perplexed.

Dick looked at her a bit stunned, "Well, POSITION wants a full record of this mission. They want audio and video recordings of everything."

"You mean..."

"Yes, that is exactly what I mean," Dick paused as blood rushed to his face, "and I am, well I'm sort of, you see it's like this, well I don't, I mean I have never...you see I am kinda...well camera shy." Dick looked down at his feet floating above the deck.

Fifi's face brightened, "You mean that's why you haven't done me yet? You don't like cameras? Oh thank God, I thought I was either losing my...charm, or you were gay or something. So you aren't gay or anything right?"

"Nooo, I am not gay."

LaRue continued unzipping her uniform giving Dick a look that would have caused his knees to collapse if they had been supporting his weight. By the time he had regained a bit of composure, she was nearly disrobed and he was very uncomfortable in his uniform. Additionally, he found that it was suddenly very warm in the maintenance compartment.

Fifi had her back to a bulkhead and without thinking pushed off aggressively in Dick's direction. She hit him hard and the both of them slammed into the lockers behind him. She was in his arms however, and never one to miss an opportunity Fifi immediately began nibbling Dick's ear while her hands began to roam. A stunned Dick slowly responded in kind.

A locker at the end of the row suddenly burst open and a short man in a rumpled suit with grey hair peeking from beneath a red toupee fell out. Springing to his feet he shot towards the top of the compartment and hit with a solid thud that Dick found oddly satisfying. His toupee was knocked askew and floated across the compartment.

"Peeps! What the hell are you doing here? I was finally getting Dick out of uniform, arggh."

"Dr. Vatchmann, you can't be here, what the heck are you doing?"

Peep fixed one eye on Smallshaft and the other wandered around the room for a few seconds before coming to rest on Dick's hand resting on the small of Fifi's back. "Well I suspected you would sabotage the mission by disabling all the video equipment so I am here to observe in person, I want to make sure the taxpayers get their credit's worth."

"Capt. LaRue go to my quarters, Peeps I'll deal with you later." The little man was suddenly perspiring and doubled over, "I have...a...business to finish with the Fifi, I'll deal with you later."

Fifi left giggling, Dick looked at Peeps and slowly shook his head, "Be careful Peeps, think about what you are doing and for God's sake don't make a mess in here." Smallshaft followed Fifi to his quarters as quickly as he could manage.

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