Mark sat in his office and stared at a report that had been filed to him. He hated snitches. =/\=Ensign M’Nalie to the Chief’s office ASAP.=/\= he sat and waited, looking at the PaDD. He glanced back to the ritual dagger she had given him. Trust established. With trust came a certain degree of communication. Or so he thought. He returned his gaze to the report on his desk.

-Lt(j.g.) Mark Pierce, CE