SGA: The Lost Season

Lieutenant Cartright

David grins, hoping that major is right. He watches carefully, waiting for Marta to re-emerge from the kitchen. It isn't long before her figure is seen carrying the same tray, laden with meals for her hungry customers. When she stops at Farthus' table, he watches every move the man makes. There isn't much of a reaction that he can see from this distance and angle. With Marta's back turned towards them, it was impossible to tell what her reactions are or what she was saying. He then starts to look at each one of them. When his eyes fall on David, he returns the look, not afraid to look away. A few more words pass between them and Marta is on her way back to their table.

He wants to object to his CO's decision, but doesn't have the chance. He watche as the two men go towards the trader. "I got a bad feelin' about this ..." He drawls a bit. The man had requested to see Major Lorne. Not Major Lorne and one of his men.

Lorne keeps his eyes fixed on Farthus the whole time he talks. His expression remains neutral and his posture appears relaxed but he is alert, reading to reach for his sidearm at the first sign of trouble. Farthus’ meaning doesn’t escape Lorne’s understanding. “I can assure ya he’s well trained.” He keeps his eyes on Farthus, “Lieutenant... why don’t ya go and finish your dinner. I’ve got this covered.” He turns and gives Adam a look to convince him he was serious about returning to the others and that says ‘keep a subtle watchful eye’.

“Okay, sir,” Adam nods. He’s reluctant to leave the Major alone with Farthus. Logically, he knows that the Major is perfectly capable of looking after himself, but men like Farthus make him twitchy and he’d be reluctant to leave anyone with him. Adam casts one final look at Farthus, a warning that if he tries anything, he will meet a painful and messy end. Adam walks back to the table that Cartright and Simmons are still sat at. He puts his sidearm down on the table, setting it up as part of his individual table setting. Fork on the left, knife and gun on the right. From where he’s sat, he can see Major Lorne and Farthus.

Adam keeps on eating his pie; it hasn’t cooled down too much in the short time that he’s been away. Between mouthfuls, he turns his attention to the other two. “Keep an eye on them, but don’t be too obvious, the guy’s just looking for an excuse to tell us where to shove it.”