EPISODE LVIII - DEATH OF A SALESMAN 2: SLOPPY'S REVENGE
After his last conversation with his Wyzenhymer contact, the mole had felt a new urgency in his task. With the USS Escort still under battle stations, he had virtually free reign
of the domestic section of the ship. He had entered several of the senior officers' quarters and had little to show for his efforts. He had been surprised to find a life size poster of Burgess Meredith
adorning the wall in Mr. Schultz living space, but then again, Hucksters were a strange breed.
He was just stepping out of the science officer's quarters when he heard footsteps coming in his direction. He stepped away from the door quickly, pursing his lips to silently whistle as he pretended to study
the intricate workings of the ceiling tiles. As the oncoming individual turned the corner, he looked over feigning mild surprise. It was Mr. Jeffy.
"Hi, sir.", he said smiling.
Jeffy eyed him curiously. "Hi", he returned, "what are you doing here?"
"Just taking a little stroll.", the mole said pleasantly, "All the battle stuff kind of got me on edge."
Jeffy nodded, relaxing. "Yeah, I know what you mean. It's pretty heavy up there, right now.", he agreed.
"Where are you going?", the mole asked nonchalantly.
"Oh, ah, just to sickbay."
"Are you sick?"
Jeffy swallowed nervously. "Just a, ah, tickle in my throat", he offered, "thought I'd have it checked out."
The mole nodded agreeably. "Well don't let me stop you. I've got to get back to the bridge anyway."
"Yeah, okay", Jeffy replied as he resumed his walk, "take 'er easy, pal."
"You too, Mr. Jeffy.", the mole called after the departing engineering officer.
He's hiding something, the mole thought to himself. Problem was, it seemed like every person on this ship was hiding something. He sighed heavily and made his way down the corridor toward the quarters
of one Mr. Jeffy.
