ILLUMINARRPG: (1-1345) SFI - Lt. Michael Weston

[Al Muir]

Mission: The Tholian Brief

Day:1

Stardate: 2446.09.10

(Starbase Freedom - Level 23 - Guest Quarters - SFI - Lt. Michael Weston -
1345)

As they made their was to the quarters he’d been assigned one as a guest he
could feel the strength returning to his legs and his mind clearing. They
continued to talk about mundane things, ship’s happenings, Verin and T’Mur
taking command of a medical ship, Sekal actually taking a leave, (which was
probably more of a major event than minor, but led to more mundane
conversation), and the latest exploits of the infamous doctors Penn and
Teller.

When they arrived he used his palm print to gain access to the room and
they walked, in hand in hand. Once inside Michael put a finger to his lips
and moved over to his travel bag.  He pulled out his personal tricorder and
began to scan the room for any recording devices. He then set it to emit a
low level EMP that would neutralize anything that might come on at a later
date. Every time it went of it sent out a low tone that sounded almost
musical.

Finally he sat down on a sofa against the wall. He patted the seat next him
for Quinn’s to join him. When she did he pulled her into a huge hug.

“I really wish you hadn’t come,” Michael said, anguish in his voice.  “But
now that you have, I’m glad you’re here.”

(reply Solice)

“This is about so much,” he began to explain.  “I think it may have started
with my burn notice. I was getting close to something. I didn’t know what
it was at the time. I’m lucky that that alone didn’t almost kill me. Then
Alex Dyson happened. You know that he does under mysterious circumstances
after his desertion. He and his children. Tracing that back, all of his,
shall we say… dalliances… also seemed to have died under similar
circumstances.”

He leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. “I began looking into
them all and realized that there was a list of people that all had one
thing in common. They all had had access to a certain file that it seemed
someone was trying to bury. Everyone who had anything to do with that file
met with an awkward accident, strange but lethal illness, heart attack, or
simply, like Dyson, assassinated.”

“I’ve been following the trail of this file through the line of dead
bodies, which is rather extensive, and interesting in who they were. The
last was a criminal type on Deep Space 4. The bad news was that I believe
that I have been compromised. I tried hard to keep you out of it and safe.
But now you’re here… and now you’re in danger.”

(reply Solice)

(posted by Al Muir)
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