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Posted by Joana Ribeiro in Side Sim: Jem’Hadar Base Posted by Captain Molly Wright (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Side Sim: Jem'Hadar Base : Posted by Jerome Davis in Side Sim: Jem'Hadar Base : : Posted by Captain Molly Wright (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Side Sim: Jem'Hadar Base : : : Posted by Jerome Davis in Side Sim: Jem'Hadar Base : : : : Posted by Colonel Calvin Alexander Harris (Commanding Officer) in Side Sim: Jem'Hadar Base : : : : : Posted by Captain Molly Wright (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Side Sim: Jem'Hadar Base : : : : : : Posted by Jerome Davis in Side Sim: Jem'Hadar Base : : : : : : With a cold splash of several gallons of water crashing over him, Harris awoke with a start. A moment later, a similar splash brought Molly back. : : : : : : : : : : Molly coughed as the cold water slipped onto her face and into her eyes and drenched the top half of her tunic. The dried blood on her skin seemed to stick to it no matter what, and her usually perfectly knotted bun started to slip ever so slightly as the small hairpins that held it tight had trouble grasping her now wet hair. : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : “Wake up!” Came a bark from the Jem’Hadar outside the small, cramped room they both woke up in. They shared a single three meter square cell, concrete floor and ceiling along with three walls and a heavy barred front wall. There was no window and no clear way to open the cell from inside. : : : : : : : : : Harris groaned slightly and sat up, rubbing the spot on the back of his head that had put him out. “Frack me!” He grumbled softly. His eyes then focused on the guard and evaluated their situation… it wasn’t good. : : : : : : : : : Rubbing her eyes with her wet sleeve, Molly took in her surroundings. Cal was there. Awake. Seemingly as confused and in shock as she was. But at least he was breathing. She barely glanced at him, afraid that her eyes would give away any feelings that she didn’t want their captors to understand. She looked around trying to find any weaknesses in the room. She found none. : : : : : : : : : : : Both were still in their full uniforms, though Molly was missing her side arm and her leg had been expertly patched. After a few moments, the guard barked again. “On your feet humans! Napoleon wants to have a word with you.” : : : : : : : : : : Napoleon? What was a clearly human name doing in the middle of the Jem’Hadar? Molly felt that whatever they had gotten themselves into ran far deeper than she expected. : : : : : : : : : : A quick pat on her side was enough for Molly to realize that they had taken away her pistol, but she couldn’t say she was surprised. Flinching slightly, Wright got up as ordered. Her leg however, had been taken care of, and even though it felt incredibly sore, it had left her with nothing but a slight limp. At least for now. She wondered if they had given her something for the pain, and if that was the case, how long it would last. But didn’t have a lot of time to wonder about it. : : : : : : : : : Climbing to his feet, Cal was rather confused how the name of one of the greatest military minds in human history had just come out the mouth of a Jem’Hadar Shock Trooper. It set a bad precedent as to where all this might go… but now way to know for sure. : : : : : : : : : : “Now…” He continued as the door opened. “… come with me.” : : : : : : : : : : : : As they walked down three corridors, the first short… a right turn… a slightly longer one… then a left turn into a short corridor leading to a large blast door. As they approached the door, anyone playing attention to the left side of the door would notice the distinguished ‘Shield & Swoosh’ of Starfleet Intelligence. : : : : : : : : : : Molly’s eyes scanned every inch of their surroundings and memorized every turn they made. A short corridor, then right, then a long corridor, then left… As they got to the door, Wright’s eyes kept wondering, searching, planning, looking for ways out of there. Until they found the seal on the door. Molly felt her blood freezing. It couldn’t be right. With everything that had happened, had her mind made something up? There was no way Starfleet Intelligence was involved with the Jem’Hadar. The intelligence that they had on Beta Prime was only a suspicion… a suspicion of alien activity on a planet inhabited by a race that only now had reached warp. How could it be? : : : : : : : : : : The seal and the name Napoleon. Those were two connections to Earth too many. Wright had a very bad feeling about what was happening. : : : : : : : : : Following, Harris’ focus was on the guard and their path. He had a feeling they were underground but he couldn’t be sure. Before long, they were at the door. : : : : : : : : : : Entering the room, Cal and Molly felt the hard stab of rifle barrels in their backs as they walked to the small platform in the center of the room. Once standing on top on the roughly foot high platform, the guards behind them struck the back of their outside knee… causing it to buckle. “On your knees!” Barked the one behind Cal. : : : : : : : : : : Molly muffled a yelp as the knee on her wounded leg hit the ground and the pain shot up her thigh. Biting her tongue, she raised her hands to the height of her shoulders so that they could see she was not doing anything but what they commanded her to do. : : : : : : : : : “Watch her leg, Jackass!” Barked the Marine but he bit back a further retort as the rifle barrel gouged his shoulder. “Shut you mouth human!” Sneered the guard behind him : : : : : : : : : : It was then that he entered, a tall man… nice black suit and clearly human. He walked to a spot just outside the column of light that illuminated the platform. From the platform, only his silhouette could be seen. : : : : : : : : : : The sudden appearance of a human being, together with the Intelligence seal Molly had just seen, triggered alarms everywhere in her brain. Until now she had been trying to deny the connections her brain was putting together as something her tired and paranoid mind was fabricating. But with every new thing that came to light, her paranoia seemed to be closer and closer to the truth. : : : : : : : : : The hairs stood up on Harris’ neck. What the actual frack was a human doing way out here… with these dirt bags? Cal continued to scan the dark, carefully looking for a way out. : : : : : : : : : : “These were only two we found in the shuttle…” said Fourth as he stepped onto the platform. That’s when they heard the voice of Napoleon for the first time has he cut off Fourth. “You idiot… no Federation Landing Party consists of a Tactical Officer and the ship’s Captain. You took too long to find the damn shuttle!” He snapped. Wright would feel she had heard the voice before but wouldn’t be able to place it. Then, ominously, he stepped just into the light in front of them. “However, in this case you did bring me something much better… two Starfleet Captains” That face! It was a face Molly would recognize instantly as that of Commander Tomas Dubois, Starfleet Intelligence. They went through The Farm together. “But then… you’re well of that… aren’t you… Molly.” He said with a smirk. : : : : : : : : : : : : Condor : : : : : : : : : Hearing Molly’s name from his lips nearly stopped Cal’s heart. Then just as quickly, a rage grew within him… how dare he even speak her name! Cal knew that the mess they were in was now waaaay over their paygrade. For the first time since the crash, Cal didn’t know if they would make it out alive. : : : : : : : : Harris, CO : : : : : : : : : At first the voice. Molly had heard it before, she was sure of it, but no face came to mind that she could place it. And then, everything came crashing down on her. The name, Napoleon… a stupid nickname Dubois insisted on having his friends calling him. The Intelligence seal on the door… Wright felt paralyzed in shock and fear. What was he doing working together with the Jem’Hadar? He was an Intelligence Officer. And a good one, from what Molly remembered, even though if they had not always seen eye to eye. Maybe he was in some mission… undercover… pretending to be their friend. Maybe he was even the source of the Intel she had had. Maybe it was all part of a greater plan. A plan that Molly wasn’t a part of. After all, they didn’t exactly know what every single one of their training mates ended up doing after they left. Some were way deeper in secrecy than Molly would ever be. Maybe Dubois was one of those officers. Infiltrating a Jem’Hadar base, gaining their trust, only to eradicate them from the planet… Wright decided to play along. : : : : : : : : : : Looking around, pretending to check if there was someone behind her that she hadn’t seen and that he was instead talking to, Molly finally cleared her throat to speak. “I… I’m sorry… I don’t know what you are talking about. As I told your… men… I am merely a Tactical officer.” Her voice trembled, prepared for the theatrics once more if she needed them. “We come in peace and we just want to go back to our ship…” : : : : : : : : : : - Capt. Wright, CIO : : : : : : The strike of Dubios’ slap across the left side of Molly’s face was crushingly powerful, knocking Molly to the floor. “You lying little bitch! You’re nothing more than New York street trash… just like that whore sister of yours. The only thing you ever did right was to join Starfleet and you screwed that up within a few years. Nothing worth a damn ever came out of Queens and you… my dear Molly… are living proof. Now…” He grabbed her by her bun and jerked her off the floor. “… look at me when I talk to you!” : : : : : : Condor : : : : With the strike of Dubois’s hand, Molly understood that the Intelligence Officer was not there to play. It was not a covert operation but rather a full blown rogue one. The meaning of the Farm’s last task was now clear to Wright. It might not be her own partner that she was fighting against, but a member of their small study group that, even though Molly had never particularly liked, she would have trusted for the simple fact that they had gone through the same training together. : : : : Molly’s eyes teared up with the strength of Dubois’s slap and the sting it left behind, as she fell sideways onto the floor. His words registered in the background as the familiar fight or flight response she used to feel after her own father’s outbursts came back after eighteen years of dormancy. He could call her names, spit insults in her face purposely tailored to make her understand that he knew all about her. Wright didn’t care. But then he mentioned her sister. Fear crept up inside her, as Molly realized the extent to what he might know — where she lived, what college she attended… A fury that Wright didn’t feel in a long time burned again inside her. : : : : But before she could even react, Dubois’s fingers were in her hair. With her bun already half undone from the crash and the subsequent events, his fingers had no trouble intertwining with her wet strands of hair, pulling it harshly. As a cry of pain escaped her lips, Wright had no choice but to rise to her feet as she felt her scalp being pulled away from her head. If he would allow her, Wright would kill him right then and there with her bare hands. The fact that all the Jem’Hadar in the room would shoot her if she did so was not really an issue in her mind. : : : : Trying to keep a level tone, Molly looked at her former training fellow with anger unlike he had ever seen. She was not afraid of what he might do to her, and Tomas would not be surprised by that. “What do you want from me?” She asked trying to ignore the searing pain growing in her head. “Let him go, and I will tell you anything you want.” Wright said motioning towards Cal. “There’s nothing he knows that I don’t.” : : : : - Capt. Wright, CIO : : Tomas towered over Molly, standing in a purposeful intimidating stance. A fire burned in his eyes, wild and in a way… crazy… it was a deadly combination considering the skill sets the Frenchman possessed. He clearly enjoyed the thought of having control of the situation and would certainly play his cards well to maintain it. Molly matched his glare. She knew how dangerous Dubois could be, but she also knew she could be just the match. : “Don’t flatter yourself Molly…” He sneered. “… your value to me predates either of our… current duties. For my purposes now, you were useless the moment you lost command of the Turing. I need an active Federation Captain, not a washout.” Then, Tomas’ eyes had an eerie shift in their look. “However…” He slowly licked his lips as his eyes scanned down her body. “… I can think of… other reasons to keep you around.” Molly felt a hand touch the side of her right breast. Once again, Wright didn’t care about the insults. She knew he was trying to get to her and she wouldn’t let him. And then, her heart froze as she felt his hand brush against her chest. But before she could even react, Cal sprung off his feet. : At that moment, with a wild scream, Harris thrust from his position in a savage strike to Tomas. Hitting him at full speed in the hip with Harris’ right shoulder both men went to the ground. There were multiple quick punches exchanged by both until suddenly, Harris was on top of Tomas… his hands around his neck and repeatedly slamming him into the deck. “Don’t… you… dare… touch… her!” He growled as he tried to kill the man with his bare hands. However, the momentary shock the guards experienced had vanished within a few moments, the guard closest snapped his rifle to his shoulder and fired three blasts… each striking Harris in the back… the last blowing him off Tomas. Molly jumped back as Cal’s figure snatched Dubois from his feet. She watched as the two men fought trying not think about the consequence’s of what was happening. And then, she saw one of the guards lifting his rifle, clearly preparing to shoot. “No!” The sound escaped Molly’s lips as she ran to put her body between Harris and the shots. But she was too late. Wright could do nothing more but to watch as the Jem’Hadar put down the man she loved. : Scrambling to his feet, Tomas snatched the rifle from the guard. “You moron! You better not have killed him or I’ll kill you myself!” The guard quickly responded. “Of course not. He’s merely stunned.” The Jem’Hadar solider shot back. It was clear they didn’t like taking orders from a human. For a split second, Wright stayed put, frozen in place by shock and fear. And then her mind felt clearer than ever before. She watched Tomas’s interaction with the shooter, and Molly exhaled in relief. Stunned was far better than dead. The Jem’Hadar’s attitude told Wright that he wasn’t very happy with the current arrangement, and for a moment she wondered if they could use that to their advantage. : Dubois walked back over to Molly, straightening his suit as he walked. Looking at the redhead with a smirk, he asked. “Breaking hearts… and beds… at every post, eh Holloway?” He paused and added. “Looks like your new boss has been mixing business with pleasure…” Tomas made an audible ‘tisk tisk’ sound as he shook his head. “… I wonder what else he doesn’t know about you.” : : Condor There was no longer fire in Molly’s eyes. When Dubois’s gaze met hers, there was nothing in them but ice. She didn’t even flinch at his mention of her name. Her birth name. A name she hadn’t heard in the past eighteen years. “Why don’t you figure it out? You seem to have done quite a bit of research on me… I’m sure you’ll sate your curiosity. And by the way, Tomas… my love life is none of your concern. Unless of course…” A smirk grew in Molly’s lips. “… you’re jealous? Maybe Birgitte wasn’t good enough for you? Or was she too young?” A look of realization appeared in Wright’s face. “Oh… or maybe /you/ were not good enough. Did she overhear me and Ryan and was disappointed when she realized you didn’t have the same skillset?” There was clear mockery in Molly’s tone.

• Capt. Wright, CIO

Tomas’ eyes flashed in fury and a split second later Molly felt a pair of powerful hands around her throat. Though her airway was free, Molly knew the grip was one intended to make the victim blackout in just under 30 seconds… a bit faster if enough force was applied to the blood vessels carrying oxygen to her brain.

Wright knew exactly what Dubois was trying to do. After all, they have both practiced the same technique. She tried her best to fight him, to use all the techniques Ryan had practiced countless times with her in their shared quarters. But Tomas was stronger than Molly would ever have thought.

As her body dangled, Tomas’ bringing Molly’s face to eye level with his, the Intel Officer spoke in a quick, raspy voice. “Listen here you little tramp…” He snapped. “… if I wanted you, I’d take you and there’s nothing you could do to stop me. But understand… when your boyfriend wakes up…” Molly could feel herself beginning to slip away.

”… I’m going to beat the Command Override Codes out of him, and then I’m going to let you watch me kill him.” Those were the last words Wright heard before blacking out cold.

As Dubois’s words slowly made their way to Molly’s ears, she didn’t worry. She couldn’t… as her conscience slipped away…

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The first sound Molly heard when she awoke was Cal screaming in pain. Through the glass wall to her right, Molly saw him. Locked to a table top, bruising already showing on his bare chest… along with several long cuts. From his wet face and hair, and the bucket and towel on the floor beside him… it appeared he had also been repeatedly waterboarded.

The screams… the screams made Molly’s blood freeze. As she opened her eyes confused as to where she was, she turned in the direction of the sound. Through the glass she was presented with a spectacle she did not want to see.

As her eyes glanced over Cal’s bruised body, Wright wanted nothing more than to kill Tomas with her bare hands, but as she tried to get up she found herself in a situation way more dire than she had realized at first.

Molly found herself on a similar interrogation table in the adjacent room, restrained at the wrists and ankles. It was standard Intel layout… with one suspect able to see the other getting worked over but not able to be heard through the glass. The sound was piped in to… motivate… the one observing to talk. The room was very small, with no cameras and the only way out was through the main chamber where Cal was.

Wright knew the rooms. She knew the layouts. She knew what they held and what they were capable of. After all, she had been trained to use them… but never to be held /in/ them. Looking around, Molly tested her restraints once more, to know avail. There would be no easy way out… and through the sounds coming from the room next door, Molly’s mind started devising an escape plan.

A slap across his face cracked through the air. “Listen to me… Colonel…” Tomas hissed. “… do you really want to die for the Federation? For the people who took the mother of your only child from you… leaving you with nothing but a folded flag.” He punched the Marine hard in the middle of his chest. “Or do you want to die for her?” He pointed straight at Molly. “She’s a child Calvin… nothing compared to the woman you loved from the time you were sixteen. The woman that won awards covering the war… only to be taken and killed. Do you really want to die for the cause that took her life? That deprived your precious daughter of growing up with her mother.”

Molly tried to block the words coming out of Tomas’s mouth. She knew they were meant to test Cal, to break him and nothing more. But Wright also knew Dubois would need a little more than that to make Harris do his bidding. However, that didn’t make them have less of an impact on Molly herself.

As her old Intelligence colleague spoke, Molly’s mind went back to the one night after Belle’s death… the one night she had found the Marine passed out drunk on a recliner in his temporary quarters at Starbase Halcyon… the picture of a redheaded woman frozen on the television screen. Wright had a vague idea of who she was. She was also aware that Cal had a daughter and a complicated past. But as the words rolled onto her ears, Molly felt the doubt for the first time…

What was she doing? She had never met Cal’s daughter, but Molly had always assumed that had been because Commanding a starship didn’t exactly leave Harris with a lot of free time. She respected his privacy more than anything, but that night at Halcyon, in his drunken slumber Cal had confused Molly for his deceased spouse. What was Molly to him? Was she… a replacement? Did he keep her around because she reminded him of her? Wright didn’t know what his wife had done for a living but now that even that was out in the open, she knew she could never be a match.

Molly’s self-esteem had never been the best. She had joined Starfleet because her adoptive father had urged her to try it. If it wasn’t for him, she would probably still selling bread in the Farmer’s Market. That had always been what she knew she was destined to do. Her sister was the brain of the family. Not her. Like Tomas had said, she was nothing but a Starfleet washout… a failed Captain… who hid her failures behind the dark colors of Intelligence because she didn’t know how to do anything else. What was Cal doing with her anyway? She could never be as great as the woman he had once loved.

Then Molly heard a voice that sounded nothing like Cal… but was coming from his moving lips. It made Molly’s blood run cold. “I don’t care who you are or what you want… but you leave Ali and Ness’ out of this. As for Molly, she’s more of a woman than you’d ever deserve. But understand… if I ever get off this table, I will tear you apart with my bare hands. You’re never getting the codes… you’ll have to kill me first.”

Tears formed in Molly’s eyes. Part when she heard the damage Tomas had made in the voice of the man she loved and part when it dawned further on her that he would never love her completely. In her mind, she could hear a subtle difference in his voice when he talked about her, or about his past. If they made it out alive, Molly had a choice to make… and she knew what she would be choosing.

Raising a large, arching taser over Cal… Tomas smiled darkly. “Oh Colonel… you have no clue how much I wanted to hear you say that.” Ramming the taser into Harris’ side, Tomas laughed as the Marine cried out in agony in one long shock after another.

As she saw the taser coming into contact with Cal’s body, Wright fought her restraints harder, calling for him to stop from the top of her lungs, but the sound never made it through.

After what seemed an eternity, the shocking stopped, and Harris collapsed back to the table sweating and gasping for air. It was clear he was in terrible pain. At that moment, Tomas caught glimpse of Molly and noted she was awake. With a wicked smile, he turned back to Cal. “I see Molly is awake… too bad she had to see you in such a condition. But I must give you credit…” He hissed. “… I’ve seen lesser men beg for mercy long before this.” The smile wiped from his face as he leaned forward, laying the taser on Cal’s right cheek. “I guess…” He tased the Marine’s face with a half second pulse and Cal screamed. “… I’m going to have to take it out on her for you being such a tough egg to crack.” Harris looked to Molly, fear was in his eyes liked she’d never seen. A tear rolled down his cheek as he looked at her through tear-rimmed eyes, he mouthed two words I’m sorry. Closing his eyes and rolling his head back upright, the next words told Molly all she needed to know about Cal’s decision. “Calvin Alexander Harris, Colonel, SEC-8702857-1836”

The fear in Harris’s eyes as their gaze met was something that Molly would never be able to forget. As the words left Cal’s lips, she knew the choice he had made. Looking up to the ceiling, Wright took a deep breath, trying to prepare herself to what was coming. She could deal with it. She had been trained for it. And she had trained with Tomas. She could do it. Exhaling deeply, she waited, a very short wait.

Tomas was furious. He struck Harris upside the head with the taser handle and stormed towards Molly. Throwing the door open, he stalked to Molly’s side and then slapped her harder than she had ever been struck in her entire life. A moment later, still dazed from the slap, Wright would feel the fire from the taser coursing painfully through her entire body. And then again, and again, and again until she lost count.

All the preparing in her life would never have prepared her for what came next. Molly wanted to scream but her voice was stuck in her throat. Eventually, the pain numbed her enough that her mind didn’t seem to care anymore. She lost track of time, of Dubois’s movements, and when her body collapsed back on the table, she had lost track of what was happening.

Finally stopping, he stormed back to the door between them and shouted at Harris. “You can end this you know?! One little code and you can save her life. Give me the Codes, Colonel… or I will kill her. Do you really want another woman you love to die for things you were too scared to say?”

Condor

Tomas’s words helped Molly remember why they found themselves in such a predicament. The planet, the crash, her former colleague’s obsession with getting the Dresden’s command codes… why did he want them, anyway?

Slowly, Wright felt her strength coming back. It was now of extreme importance that she could free herself from the table. Even more so than before, now that Molly knew the extent of what Tomas was willing to do to get what he wanted. They needed to get out, or they would die there.

Testing her restraints again, Molly knew she couldn’t free herself. Instead, another thought sprung into her mind. Breathing deeply, Wright called out.

“Tomas… that won’t be necessary. I can give you the information you’re looking for.”

• Capt. Wright, CIO

Walking slowly toward the table, Tomas watched every move Molly took. His eyes, for a brief moment, betrayed the man’s thoughts as his eyes lingered on Molly’s rising and falling chest. His dark eyes snapping back to hers, the Intelligence Officer leaned down… a cocked smile across his face. “Oh really now?” Tomas purred. “Sounds like ol’ Calvin been giving you more than just a… good time.” The smirk on his face ended suddenly and sharply, Tomas leaned even closer and said coldly. “Do not play with me Wright. I have… very special plans for the Dresden.”

Molly shuddered at Dubois’s words. Special plans for the Dresden? What could he possibly want with their ship? She imagined a world where Tomas had put his hands on the dreadnaught… and worse… on the crew… Wright shook her head to dismiss the thoughts. It took all the strength in her body not to spit on his face as he came closer. However, she hadn’t missed the path his eyes had took… Maybe she could have used that to her advantage…

Giving Molly another passing glance of her body, Tomas asked. “Now… what do I have to do to get the code for my new flagship, Captain?” The closer he got to Molly, the more the fire burned in Cal’s eyes. It was clear to Molly that, if given the opportunity, the Marine would pummel him to death with his bare hands.

Condor

Molly took in a deep breath before speaking – partly to calm herself down, and partly to make her part more convincing. “I heard everything you told Harris… but I think you know that.” Wright chuckled lightly. After all, they both had gone through the same training, and they both knew everything about the kind of room they were in. She sighed in resignation. “And I think you’re right… I’m a child compared to him. I’m not sure what I was thinking… coming after all the baggage he carries. A deceased ex-wife… a daughter that is almost as old as my sister…” She scoffed. “I see it now. I see why I fell for him…” Molly looked at Tomas. A look of realization in her gaze. “It was nothing more than a rebound.” She paused and hesitated slightly before continuing. “The truth is… I miss Ryan. After we left the Farm… nothing was the same. The reality of having lost my ship hit me. I ended up breaking off my own engagement… I was lost… I didn’t know whom to turn to. And… there he was. A friend I hadn’t seen in a while. He asked me to come on board his ship… he’s a Marine… just like Ryan. So I fell.”

Molly sighed as if confessing to what she had just described had taken a weight off her shoulders. She gave Tomas a soft coy-ish smile. “Thank you for giving me clarity.” For a second, Wright bit her lip as if she was pondering on whether or not she should say what was on her mind.

“Harris gave me the Command codes you need for the Dresden.” Molly glanced at Cal for a moment. She knew he couldn’t hear her, and if they made it out alive, she knew he would beg her to tell him about the conversation she was having right now. “But now that he can’t hear us, I think that you and I could help each other out. The crew won’t respond to you if you take over the ship… and let’s face it… you need a crew to man a ship that size. The XO is a inexperienced girl… English… recently married. You can easily send her back to Earth and she will gladly take it.” Wright paused wondering if Dubois already knew where she was going with this. When she finally spoke, she said so half pleadingly. “Take me with you.” She took a breath. “Think about it… a warship like the Dresden. Commanded by two Intelligence Officers… There’s a whole war room that you can use as your bridge… we’d be feared. And all the while…” Wright stopped, licking her lips before carrying on. “I could teach you what Ryan taught me inside closed doors…” She winked. “If you get my drift.” She smirked.

“I can give you the codes when we’re on board and you’re settled in… as for Harris…” She looked at Cal again. This time with a little disdain in her gaze, trying to make the theatrics of her piece work. “We can leave him to the Jem’Hadar… I’m sure they would be happy.”

Biting her lip, Molly asked her former colleague. “What do you think?”

Capt. Wright, CIO