-1200 hours-
Nicholas returned to his quarters. He removed his rank first from his uniform. From his desk, he withdrew a small drill. This was a moment even a cold operative like Nicholas did not enjoy. Behind his uniforms and civilian clothes, he unscrewed a wall panel and withdrew a silver briefcase. He changed into Section 31 black and then carried the briefcase into the main living area of his quarters. Gently setting it on a table, he opened it. First he withdrew a holstered pistol. It resembled old phase pistols more than modern phasers. After checking that the charge was still full, he attached the phaser in its holster to his belt. He stared at the remaining contents. A broken down sniper rifle, a black face mask, and what looked like a transponder. Nicholas had hoped this would never be necessary again. He lifted the transponder, and if his mechanical eyes betrayed any emotion it was fear. He pressed a button on top.

-1600 hours-
Nicholas awoke on the floor of his quarters, feeling the remnants of pain. He had activated all the implants in his body. 3 people were walking down the hall. He could see the exact dimensions of the room around him. His mini PaDD had fallen out of his pocket.

{Collier.]
}What do you want?]
{It’s time. We need to meet.]
}Usual spot?]
{Yes.]

-Nicholas James, Section 31