The next life!
Posted on Sat Jul 4th, 2020 @ 7:02pm by Lieutenant Michael Stonebridge
Jones manoeuvred the shuttle through the rough undercurrent of the moons atmosphere. He had met operatives in some suspect locations, but this was one for the record books. Intelligence received through Fleet channels stated that his contact would give him intelligence that could tip the scales for the fleet in a big way for the foreseeable future. This made meeting him, a most!
Even if it wasn't all that, it would be a good idea to see what information he had just in case it did merit investigating further. And on this occasion, Jones drew the small straw.
Dressed in his most comfortable killing attire, we accepted the mission and set several precautions in place. Operatives were in short supply, and good ones were far and few in between. So when he requested a transporter lock on him and his equipment, needless to say, the powers that be agreed and put all hands on deck for this operation.
Jones had taken with him the standard package he thought he might need to accomplish the mission, and a sniper that he beamed in from the shuttle so that by the time he landed, his man would be in place. Once he got the signal, he would exit the shuttle, and walk the 20 or so meters to the point he had chosen to meet this mysterious contact.
This put his sniper about 300 yards away give or take, to make the shot if need be. Though Jones had no idea, That they, for lack of a better word, knew the protocols Star Fleet used first hand. And whenever you put out a sniper, you put out a spotter to act as his security as well as his spotter. On this occasion, Jones didn't think it was necessary and didn't use one. Something he would regret. This was indeed an ambush.
Within ten seconds after giving the ready signal, his sniper was dead. Throat sliced from ear to ear. But Jones would never even know it happened. Because he had received the signal and was getting ready to step into the kill zone.
As the dust settled around the shuttle, Jones headed for the hatch. Opened it and stepped out. A figure loomed in the foreground and Jones checked his weapon in his pocket and started forward. He had already received an audible signal from his man.
So he carried on. As he finally came to a stop in front of someone he had never seen before, he spoke the agreed upon code words.
"The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plane." He said out loud.
"That's good to know. If I ever visit your planet I'll stay away from Spain." And he opened up at point blank range with a disruptor blast, killing Jones instantly.
The unknown man walked over to Jones, bent down and took a close look, and stood up straight again. He moved forward to the shuttle covering the distance effortlessly.
He entered the shuttle and found the auto pilot recall unit. He destroyed it and turned his attention to the transporter. Finding the correct console, he located the phase induction coils, and he began to dial them down using an Engineering tool kit. Pattern enhancers were already in place outside.
They were dialled into a negative setting so as to scatter a patter rather than enhance it. Then he accessed the communications array. There was information there that he needed. But first to activate what essentially had become a dampening field, which was now powered by the shuttle itself. He jammed communications and began his hack on the computer. Once he hit a wall and could go no further he knew it was time to go.
"Unfortunate. Mr. Jones was not the Star Fleet Intelligence Officer I was looking for. But no matter, I'll just keep killing them until I find the one I want.” He said out loud.
“Stonebridge will not elude me forever.” Plus, I got some really cool toys this time. He thought to himself.
He and his accomplices searched the area and the shuttle. When they were done, they departed just as quietly as they had came on the scene. Leaving two Star Fleet Intel Agents for dead. And a ransacked shuttle for the away team to find.
“End simulation.” Ordered Stonebridge.
“That was some scenario. I don’t know if all you did there would work. But I like the way you think. “ said his evaluator shaking his head to the affirmative whilst reading his tricorder. “I think I’ll send you to the USS Washington. They need an Intelligence officer and you might fit the bill. Your orders will be ready in the morning. Say your goodbyes and get packed. I’ll send your itenirarey to your pad. Safe travel‘s Mr. Stonebridge.” And he departed the holo suite.
Michael just looked off into space. Was he paranoid or was there seriously some arch criminal out there looking for him to exact some stranger revenge on him? All he could do was be careful, and try to stay two steps ahead of him. Because if there was, he didn’t want to endanger the lives of others.
Personal Log
Lt. Micheal Stonebridge
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Washington
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