The Commerce section, was starting to come alive with the daily traffic. This caused John, to walk around the different areas of the Commerce area, to look for any potential trouble, or if someone was in trouble. He walked over to by the entrance of El Taco, and looked inside, and saw nothing unusual. He then turned and walked down to Harry's where the Marines and the Engineers, have had trouble getting along there.
Harry's was quiet, only a few people their, nobody from either the Marines, or Star Fleet. John was looking forward to another cup of coffee, and thought Harry's was a good place to have another cup, before moving along.
The coffee was freshed brewed, not made from a replicator, and the taste was a lot better then the replicator coffee. The quick break lasted only 15 minutes, and Anderson was off, to finish his rounds. As soon as John stepped out of Harry's, the comm badge gave a peep.
[Lieutenant Anderson, come in.]
John quickly tapped his comm badge. "Anderson here, what's the problem?"
[This is Mosk in the Easy Inn. Two drunk Klingons won't leave, they inflicted several rude remarks, my way.]
This was something new to John. He had no idea any Klingons had been on the station. He also knew drunk Klingons were dangerous. "I'm on my way." John quickly ran to the Easy Inn. Once inside, he saw two Klingons behind the bar, and the Ferengi hiding in a corner.
"Excuse me gentleman," Anderson said getting the Klingon's attention, who were raiding the bar for booze.
"Hey Starfleet, that Ferengi cheated us," one Klingon said pointing his finger at the barkeep. John knew the ethics of Ferengis, and how dishonest and untrustworthy they are. He was interested in knowing what had happened.
"Ok sirs, please explain what happened."
"He got us drunk, and cheated us in a game of dabo, out of 6 slips of latnuim. So we are drinking our six slips instead."
The reasoning was funny, but John tried not to laugh, cause that would of added insult to injury to both parties. The last thing he wanted to do was cause a hand to hand fight with two Klingons. He looked and saw they had only dak'tahs."Excuse me no weapons are allowed in the commerce section, could you please set them on the counter, then I'll be on my way."
"We'll get them back?"
"Of course."
The Klingons slid their honor weapons over, and John picked them up and started to leave. Mosk didn't like it. "What? You're going to leave them here?"
Out of the door, John leaned against the wall, and tapped his comm badge."Transporter room 4 come in."
[Transporter room four]
"This is Lieutenant Anderson, I want you to lock onto two Klingons in the Easy Inn, and beam them directly into the holding cell."
[Roger sir.]
John turned and walked by the Easy Inn door, and saw the two Klingons disappear. Damn best way to avoid a fight with Klingons. John thought to himself.
"Mosk, I suggest you give them 8 slips of latinum when they are released tomorrow at 0900 hours."
"Why?" Mosk asked
"Cause I know your kind, and in turn I'll order them not to step foot in your bar."
"Sounds fair." Mosk said smiling, and walking over to Lieutenant Anderson. Mosk pulled out the payment right there. "Here hold it for them, then I don't have to see their ugly faces again." Mosk said turning around and mumbling something under his breath.