Posted by Shara Calloway (Intel Liason) in Side Sim - Conference Room - Delivery. Who Is Going To Sign For This? (TAG Calloway, Wyatt, XO)

Posted by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (FedSec Agent) in Side Sim - Conference Room - Delivery. Who Is Going To Sign For This? (TAG Calloway, Wyatt, XO)

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Side Sim - Conference Room - Delivery. Who Is Going To Sign For This? (TAG Calloway, Wyatt, XO)
Posted by… suppressed (1) by the Post Ghost! 👻

(snip)

Cochrane looked around the room. “I think it best we all adjourn to the Conference Room.” and he took a step back and gestured to the door.

Faye stepped out first, her emotions a rather large jumble.

A few minutes later the group was seated at the conference room table, Cochrane at the head. Micah made a point of sitting next to the elder Calloway, but across from Strickland. “Now, then.” Cochrane began, “I would like to discuss next steps, and what the plan surrounding our current squatter in the brig is. Commander Strickland? As you may have more of idea of what Intel has in mind, I will ask that you and Agent Pikelsimer brief us as much as you can at this time. The floor is yours.”

Cochrane, CO

Sitting between the captain and Leroy, Faye’s focus was on her handler. Former handler? She wasn’t exactly sure how everything would shake down, especially given Creed’s offer.

Shara folded hers arms on the edge of the table, learning forward like the attentive listener she had learned to be. But she was all too aware of Piklesimer presence next to her.

Leroy nodded at Cochrane and took everyone in turn. “My status is still a little in flux, but as for our prisoner, I’m only the messenger. Intel, of course, is right pissed, but only those that are in the know. Right now, we’ve isolated the discrepancies in orders and as far as we know Lieutenant Calloway’s situation is the most extreme. But I don’t think anyone is sitting comfortable right now.” He glanced to Micah. “We’re also very well aware that Federation Security wants a chance to question the prisoner, and I personally can’t see that going over very well. Either way, the prisoner will be off this ship as soon as possible.”

“What about the facility where they were keeping you?” Shara said.

“Being dealt with as we speak,” Leroy replied, but he looked to Micah to confirm.

For her part, Faye sat quietly digesting the conversation so far. The facility they spoke of was assuredly the same place Fake Blue had promised her she would rot away in sensory oblivion. She shuddered slightly.

~The Calloways & Strickland

Micah took the cue and his stone-cold professionalism came through even with the Tennessee drawl. “The facility has done been stripped of physical intelligence. All residents and staff have been moved to other locations all around Federation space. Not a one will see each other again for a long time. Definitely long enough to debrief and make damn sure we get the truth outta those capable of giving it. The ones that done did this were smart. They kept their actions pretty damn compartmentalized. But after reading the statements from the prisoner here, we know there was at least some cross-talk. When FedSec arrives and takes him into custody, we’ll get all the answers we can.”

As he spoke, he looked around the room, not really speaking to a single individual. But at the moment he mentioned FedSec and custody, he looked directly at Faye and Strickland.

“I know y’all both want your pound of flesh, and I ain’t gonna fault you for that. But FedSec jurisdiction supercedes anyone sittin’ at this here table. And you can be damn sure they ain’t gonna play second fiddle to anybody… ‘specially somebody that let a mole so deep inside. So if y’all got questions, you better ask ‘em quick. Leroy and I already talked about this, and I’ve put off bringing the bastard in for as long as I can. But the way I see it? Y’all got maybe seventy-two hours till fake boy-o down there get picked up… alive and healthy… by my people.”

Pikelsimer, FedSec

Shara turned her body and leaned away slightly so she could look at Pikelsimer directly, brows arched. “Like hell you are. Nice try. I do applaud the effort though,” she said dryly. “If you think Fed Security gets to waltz in before we’ve had a chance to sort out the mess and contain the issue, you’ve lost your mind. And I know for a fact that Rear Admiral Grayson has more pull than you and my orders were very clear. While the situation has changed dramatically, that man in the brig is our key to figuring out how far this really goes. He definitely needs to be off this ship for everyone’s sake, but don’t expect Intelligence to just sit back and watch you walk away with him. We’re in this whether you like it or not.”

~Shara Calloway, Starfleet Intelligence

Pikelsimer looked at Shara and smiled broadly. “Oh honey… I don’t expect anything. I know that is the way its gonna go. And your Rear Admiral may have stroke, but his stroke ain’t nothing compared to a Federation Senate Security Committee order. So as of right now, your orders mean exactly jack and s%$t.” and he looked around the table. “Y’all may not be used to this, but you ain’t the big dog on this porch. I am. And if y’all bother to pull your -” and he looked at Shara and winked, “- pretty little heads outta your quite amazing backsides -” and he looked back at the table, “- you’ll have caught the fact that I’m tryin’ ta help y’all get this settled while you still can. Hell, it’a make my final report a hell of a lot easier for the Committee to swallow if I could say INtel managed to clean up their little manure-pile before I got the prisoner transferred.” and he leaned back in his chair.

“Ain’t nobody in this room responsible for this breach… but you can bet y’alls asses that they are gonna try to hang it on ya. ‘They’ being your brass and my oversight panel. Your division, not mine, was breached ladies and gentlemen… and at the highest level I have ever heard of. And if you think Intel is gonna be given free reign to do what you usually do? Hell, ain’t nobody gonna let that happen. As far as anyone outside here thinks, you may still be guilty of aiding and abetting. Powerful people have been really embarrassed. Not publicly, of course. But enough folks know now that its a mess. And like I said before… Leroy here and I have kept the machine stalled almost as long as we can. But you guys gotta stop thinking and start acting. We all need answers here. First hand. Not just to help out the good Lieutenant and Commander Strickland get the closure they need and want… but to potentially keep everyone here outta prison and keep your names on Santa’s Nice list. Breach like this? The fallout is gonna be… well… the word ‘biblical’ comes to mind. All y’all can do right now is get out in front of it. And I’ll help ya however I can… but don’t think y’all call the shots. ‘Cause you don’t.” and he looked at Shara. “Not tryin’ ta be a jerk, hun. But your Admiral is probably in a meeting right now with a whole lotta of folks who are looking to mount his head on a wall. You wanna help him? Let’s get this done now. ‘Cause you ain’t got much time, no matter what you think.”

Pikelsimer, FedSec