“To complete Academy training requires several years. I would prefer to begin my travels immediately.”
“Well, in that case, you might find this interesting.” He took a paper from his jacket pocket and handed it over.
Selleck read the newspaper advertisement Kirk had given him.
If interested, please inquire at 1701 Fahey Street, Flat 2B, Dublin, Ireland.
“I believe this may be what I am looking for. What is the quickest way to this location?”
“The quickest way there, to quote something that a dear friend of mine has oft been heard to say, is to ‘scramble your molecules’.”
“I believe I saw a facility not too far from here.”
“A civilian terminal? Trust your molecular cohesion to some schmgegge who learned how to operate a transporter in some crash-course night class at Community College? I’ve got a better idea. Come with me.”
A few minutes later, Kirk was knocking at the door of a motel room. A portly Scotsman opened the door with a glass in his hand. “Well, would ye look what the cat drug in? Jim! And I see ye’ve got a friend with ye.”
“Scotty, my young friend here needs some fast, reliable transportation. Dublin, Ireland. Express.”
“Ah, do ye now? Come along lad, and I’ll see what I can arrange for ye.”
The three of them shortly arrived at the very same civilian transport terminal that Selleck had been referring to earlier. Aside from raising an eyebrow he made no comment. He approached the young man at the console.
“Dublin, Ireland, please.”
He was about to turn away to step onto the transporter pad when something about the young man caught his attention. He couldn’t define it, but it was the same indefinable something that set apart every Starfleet officer he had ever seen. Without a word, Selleck handed him the newspaper clipping.
Scotty casually ambled over to the console.
“’Scuse me, lad. May I?”
The young man looked up, and on recognizing Scotty, immediately stepped back with a huge smile.
“Yes, Sir! Be my guest!”
When Lila answered Selleck’s knock at her door, their eyes locked. For a moment she was speechless. When she did speak, her tone was almost mechanical.
“Hi. Can I help you?”
“I am here about the job.”
Once he spoke, Lila was able to collect her wits and speak normally.
“Of course. Come in. What’s your name?”
“My name is Selleck.”
“I’m Lila O’Donnell. You’re hired. Any questions?”
“When do we leave?”
“As soon as I can round up a whole crew.”