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approximation of a salute and said, "At ease, Sergeant." Sergeant Roger Tang, grizzled veteran and squad commander of - the security unit assigned to Betazed, caught a glimpse of Riker as he headed for the door. "Lieutenant," he said, and snapped to a salute.
Inwardly, Riker shook his head. Salutes hadn't been in style for
two centuries now, but Tang was retro enough to harken back to
those days of extreme discipline. Riker waved his hand in close
approximation of a salute and said, "At ease, Sergeant."
Tang stroked his round, stubbled chin. The large phaser he always wore was clipped to his waist and slapped against his thick Ieg. Riker was willing to bet he wore it to sleep. "Lovely day today, Lieutenant. Where you off to... if you don't mind my asking," he added quickly.
"Out."
"Yes, sir, I can see that. The general direction of your path would seem to be leading you out the door. I was just curious as to where, sir. Security reasons. Can't be too careful, you know."
Riker sauntered over to Tang and draped his hands behind his.
"If you must know, Sergeant, I have a date."
Tang appeared to consider that for a moment. "Local girl, sir?"