<USS Avalon> "The Shoes Make the Man"

"The Shoes Make the Man" 

The room was empty. Not just empty as in Kendrick wasn’t there, but empty  as 
in it looked as if someone cleared out and cleared out fast. This wasn’t a  
good sign. Paul walked further into the room and took note of the knocked over  
end table, the empty padds tossed on the desk, and the lack of personal 
items.  He called out again before walking into the bedroom to let anyone who 
might 
be  in there know he was there and had a warrant to search, but again there 
was no  answer. 
 
Paul walked into the bedroom and swore loudly when he saw the empty clothes  
hangers, and open drawers. It was clear to Paul that this kid was running, but 
 the bonus question is from what?
 
There was nothing under the bed but dust bunnies and the closet was tossed,  
but something on the upper shelf caught Paul’s eye. He reached up with a 
gloved  hand and pulled down a pair of cheep looking shoes. They matched what 
Melanie  was looking for as far and style, type, and size but there was only 
one 
real way  to know if these shoes were what she’d been looking for. 
 
Paul flipped the pair of shoes over and looked down at their soles. A half  
grin tugged at the side of his mouth for a moment, the left shoe was missing a  
chuck out of it’s sole, but just as quickly as the grin had come it was gone. 
 Paul now knew what the kid was running from and this wasn’t good. 
 
“Computer, locate Petty Officer Kendrick.” He called out as he quickly  
bagged the shoes and then placed them in his kit. 
 
“Petty Officer Kendrick is not on board the ship.” 
 
Paul muttered every four letter word he could think of as he sealed the  
cabin off as a crime scene. He needed to get back to Melanie as quickly as he  
could, and he hopped that when he got there she and the Commander were both in  
better moods.

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