ILLUMINARRPG: (-82-1012)- SFI Lieutenant Able Breckinridge

[Charles Gatling]

Mission:  Death in the Shadows
Day: -82
Stardate: 2445.11.10

(Altair IV- Orbit - Defensive Station 7 - SFI Lieutenant Able Breckinridge-
1012)

He was supposedly on a break from Operations at the time but had work to do
that wasn't official so had made his way to cargo bay 5 which had been
converted over to research. His hand print let him in with no difficulty
and no suspicion would come about because of it. A communications glitch
had been reported a half hour ago and he had promised to check in on it.
The fact that he came down on his off time would be applauded rather than
looked on suspiciously. ~But that's probably just paranoia. No one will
think twice about it including Hardy. He knows nothing, suspects nothing
but old habits die hard.~

And they died hard for a reason. When you worked in intelligence you always
cleaned your tracks, laid false trails and  covered your keister. Because
if you failed to do so your habit would die with you. Exposure left you
vulnerable and you were most vulnerable in that instant before your life
was extinguished, your cover was blown or you were rounded up and sent to
some remote penitentiary on a God forsaken planet. You either learned that
early or were 'retired' early and the paranoia never left you no matter how
long you lived.

"Andrews." He stepped through the door and motioned the senior member of
the staff over.

Dr. Andrew's looked up and shook his head then pointed to another door and
began walking toward it. Able stepped around a table cluttered with
equipment and scattered parts from a weapon that had been disassembled and
was being studied. Reverse engineering was a staple of intelligence work,
take the enemys' and make it yours then improve upon it. It was unfortunate
that the Inchon devices they had been working on had been impounded before
they could spirit them away. Until they could acquire more they would keep
busy with what they could find.

Andrews met him at the door then stepped through with Able following. They
were all "in on it" but that stopped no one from taking precautions. As the
door closed he spoke. "From your request I assumed the matter was
important. Is it done?"

"Almost." There was a large work table in the room and the door to a
closet-like chamber. Diagnostic equipment was stacked on every possible
surface and electronic components were laid out neatly on the counter.
"Doctor Seungs' mystery has been unraveled at last and my prototype is
almost complete. You don't know how much trouble it was to get my research
out before Section 13 imploded."

"Yes doctor I'm quite aware of how rough it was in the scramble for the
exit. The question is how long before the prototype is ready."

"Soon my boy, perhaps a matter of hours." Sean Andrews stepped to the
chamber and opened it. Abel stepped forward and looked inside.

"The skin texture looks right and the features." He studied the figure
standing before him supported by mechanical latches and straps. "Of more
immediate concern will be how it functions and will it fool someone, even
from a distance."

"Never fret, never fret." Andrews interposed himself and closed the door.
"The subject has been studied exhaustively. I promise no hiccups or it will
remain in seclusion until I can."

Abel nodded. "Make sure of that. Once we go into action there's no going
back."

"I'm well aware, well aware. You will know as soon as it's ready."

Breckinridge drew in a breath. "Understood. Your communication issue was
due to a cracked isolinear chip."

"Of course. Fragile things, you never know when one might give out."

Breckinridge turned for the door. "Back to duty but I'll be waiting to hear
if the repair didn't hold."

He made his way out of the bay and couldn't restrain the tension that was
beginning to build. The first would be the greatest test. If it worked it
would give them more breathing space and solidify their hold on the
station. If it failed everything might go down like a house of cards and
they would be in damage control mode. Andrews was brilliant but all men
were fallible.

Time was ticking down.

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(Posted by Charles G)



Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240


"The light shines brightest amidst the deepest darkness."
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