Jail Break
WHO: Jon Randell and Tra Mitchel WHERE: Caprica Beach – Police Station WHEN: Mid-morning after THIS
“Yup, that's it,” Colonel Randell pointed on the computer tablet held by the female pilot wearing a flight suit next to the wing of the Raptor. “File a flight plan, Lieutenant.” he ordered and then started to walk away.
“Yes, sir.” relied the Raptor pilot.
A few steps later, Randell stopped and turned around. “Oh Lieutenant, one more thing.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Make sure to confirm our change of plan with range control. Safety first, mission always, and all that,” he waved his hand, and then turn around again to leave the landing pad. Down one flight of stairs to ground level he took his time still slightly hung over from last night's party.
Near five o'clock that morning, he received a call from Avalon's duty officer and received the report about Lt. Mitchel's fight and being tossed in jail over night. Mitchel had been on his watch list since he transfered to Avalon, so he was not surprised to learn of Mitchel's current predicament. Under normal circumstances he would let the air group commander or squadron leader handle this situation, but that would require formalities, and eventually a commander's mast.
The sun beat down on him as he crossed the parking lot to the Police station. Avalon's executive officer did not wear his uniform, instead he wore a dark suit with a dark gray shirt without a tie, and wore a pair of dark sun shades over his eyes. After all Mitchel had interrupted his little vacation and quality time with his favorite doctor.
Inside the station, he stood in front of a bullet proof glass barrier and dispatcher's counter. “Can I help you?” asked the police officer behind the partition.
“Yes, you can officer. I'm Colonel Randell, Battlestar Avalon,” he slid his military identification card through the slot under the window. “Mr. Tra Mitchel is to be released to me. I believe an arrangement has been made.”
“Right,” the officer pulled out a file. “All charges had been dropped with the exception of disorderly conduct. He can either go to court or pay the fine.”
“I'm taking care of the fine,” he removed a charge card from his wallet, and slid it under the glass.
“We'll take care of this right away,” the officer took the card. “He'll be out shortly.”