Consoles exploded and the ship shook hard. Tossed off the bunk in his brig cell, Agent Vector rolled onto his stomach, popping up to crouch, centre of gravity kept low. Another lurch of the ship and it was clear what was happening: torpedoes. Someone was beating the hell out of this starship and he was stuck in a godsforsaken cell. The lights flickered. Definitely having a power issues, probably related to the main supply.

Crouching but inching towards the forcefield, Vector scanned the place. Two guards, one was down and the other was clearly injured. There were two outside the brig doors too but he didn’t know their status.

Another hard hit and the deck shifted. Vector yelped slightly as he hit the forcefield and just started to curse when there were more explosions. Everything went dark.

Blinking his eyes, Vector found himself prone on the deck, half inside the brig cell and half out, red lights fading in and out. And his head bloody hurt! Pulling his hand away, there was red and he cursed. But time was of the essence and this could be a chance. The second officer was down fully now, so he quickly moved over to the closest one and grabbed their phaser. Injured, his vision spun a little, but not enough to deter him. Moving to the brig console, it was still active from the officer who had manned it but a minute ago. Fingers dancing, Vector set about a surreptitious way of getting to his quarry.

A moment later a site-to-site transporter gripped his form.

It was so easy, but then again, they hadn’t expected to have to fight on two fronts. He bypassed the pre-flight chicks and brought one of the Manhattan’s shuttles, checking on the ships’s status as he listened to the commotion. The fight was going badly by the sounds of it. And it wasn’t that he hadn’t been noticed, but there were only so many people they could divert while it appeared the crew was now trying to evacuate. “Suckers....” he said with a snort.

The ship slipped into space and Vector could feel his heart pounding. Then his ship shook and an alert went off. A few moments later, while the Manhattan continued to suffer damage at whomever they had pissed off, the shuttle carrying Agent Vector slipped to warp… and to freedom.

Inside Computer Science Lab 2, Faye was watching the feed and analyzing the simultaneous recording to make sure they caught everything. This was their evidence, after all. “Is the program still stable?” she asked to the person next to her.

To Faye’s left, Shara was watching things scroll and her fingers now and again tapped out commands. “Still good, holding steady.”

Faye snorted. “Who’s the sucker now, a$$hat?”

[To be continued]

~The Calloways, Dynamic Programming Duo