Tall Tales and Short Orders
Posted on Fri Oct 2nd, 2015 @ 6:12am by Lieutenant Arnon Barak MD, PsyD & Lieutenant Rembrandt 'Remy' Batiste & Logan & Spock The Monkey
2,262 words; about a 11 minute read
Mission:
Of Gods and Men
Location: Intelligence Office
Timeline: Way Back During the Diplomacy Mission
ON:
Arnon made his way to the Intelligence Department. An old 'friend' was back and Arnon wanted to say 'hello'. He entered the department and saw Logan and Spock the Monkey there.
"Hello you two," he said. "Is our little burst of good cheer taking visitors?"
Logan, who was sitting in a chair looking though a PADD looked up with a confused look on his face and quickly spoke up. "Too which short are you referring? The small hairy one or the Monkey?"
"Oh joy." Remy replied in a very unenthused tone. "Your here too." He raised his hand up, as his eyes never left the information on his PADD. "Yay." The small intel chief's continued with no emotion in his voice whatsoever.
"Ah there you are old friend," said Arnon. "Come now, don't tell me you didn't miss me like I missed you! Oh! Careful now! Watch where you're going! You might bang your head on the corner of Logan's desk there!"
Remy let out another sigh, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, trying the resist the urge to grab the phaser hidden under his desk and shoot Arnon on stun. "And there is the famed rapier wit. Make a note, Mister Logan, the pointed eared Counselor has graced us again with another set of short jokes. He is using his A game today."
Logan looked over to Remy, than back to Arnon, showing a slight look of concern. "Spock, I think we should make sure all the sharp objects aren't within reach."
"Relax, Logan. I am sure our Rigelian friend is only living up to the adage If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bull-."
"Remy!" Logan interrupted his short friend in mid sentence.
Remy let a slight smirk slip from his lips as he stood up and walked around his desk, keeping his hands behind his back as he looked up to Arnon unphased. "So, Lieutenant? What brings you here aside from a sudden urge to remind me of the reasons why I hate you?"
"Oh posh," said Arnon. "You don't hate me anymore than I hate you. I just gave up trying to be nice to you because it proved pointless. You enjoy it more when I crack short jokes and you, of all people, know I think of you as highly intelligent, when you aren't sitting on your head, and highly competent. I wouldn't engage in ridiculous banter with you if I didn't like you and think highly of you. Now, there's your cue. Say terrible things about me with that acidic tongue of yours. I can take it."
Remy released another sigh from his lips as another smirk grew on his face. "Your throwing so many high and short phrases in there, Arnon, its very hard to know where to start." He slowly than walked over to the high vulcanoid and extended his hand upward. "When it comes to most people its like trying to play Checkers with a Klingon. However, when it comes to you my pointy earned annoyance, I appreciate a good game of verbal Chess. It's good to see that wit of yours hasn't got you shot yet."
Arnon narrowed his eyes at Remy for a second then laughed. He shook the outstretched hand of the shorter man.
"No one would shoot me, Remy," he said. "The women think I am far to handsome and charming to shoot and the men are afraid of what the women will do to them if they do shoot me. So, how have you and your merry band been keeping yourselves?"
"Now, just to clarify, Arnon. Are these the ones you get caught in bed with or swimming naked with?" Remy replied.
"Must I limit myself to just those two activities?" Arnon replied. "There are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy, Horatio."
"Well I am sure, Arnon, in your line of work there is a fine line between an unrelenting charmer and an uncontrollable sex addict." Remy smirked again as he continued. "Now, what brings you to lair of the dynamic duo?" Suddenly Spock let out a loud screech that caught Remy's attention. "Forgive me, I mean dynamic trio."
Logan cleared his throat a bit and spoke up. "You mean foursome. We're a foursome now, even though Jayna is not here because she is doing her thing. So we are technically a foursome. Or is it a quartet because there is no way I can say foursome and have my mind not slip into the naughty place?"
"No." Remy answered quickly. "We are never going to be a quartet."
"Oh absolutely." Logan added as he looked over to Arnon. "I don't think anyone wants to hear him sing."
"Now now, Mister Logan. I've been told I have a nice singing voice."
"Yeah, and then they woke up and reality struck so they had to apologize for getting your hopes up." Logan laughed slightly as he looked over to Arnon and let out a sigh. "He thinks that shuttle has thick walls, but it doesn't. If that sonic shower could talk it would scream Help me, Help me. Make it stop. Make it stop."
"Oh...well," Arnon said. "To see you all. I suppose I really don't have a reason to bother you otherwise. We've managed to temporarily put the parties in the negotiations at ease and form a temporary agreement. Of course, this is agreement depends on your investigation. No pressure, of course."
Arnon smiled to show he meant it about "no pressure".
"Of course." Remy said as he walked back to his desk and removed a different PADD from the top of it. As he walked back to Arnon he tapped on it it bit quickly, bringing up the information. "We strive on pressure here, My pointy eared friend."
"We do?" Logan questioned as Spock tilted his small head to the side at Remy.
"The correct answer is Yes, Mister Logan." Remy replied as he gestured to the large monitor against the wall. "Please observe, Arnon." Several images and pictures began to pop up on the monitor. Each pertaining to the investigation and the murdered delegate. "All of this is what we gathered so far."
Arnon looked over the monitor Remy indicated. He pondered it. He made a show of scratching his chin. He tilted his head to the right. He tilted his head to the left. Finally he threw up his hands.
"I give up what am I looking at?" he said.
"Pressure, Mister Barak. Pressure." Remy replied shifted the images on the monitor using the PADD in his hand. The photos flipped around until it came to a stop of one of Lieutenant Damion Wolfe. "This is prime suspect Lieutenant Damion Wolfe. Recently, caused a rather dramatic exit from his last posting." He looked over to Arnon. "Guess what ship? Give you a hint, you're standing in it."
"The USS Calypso," Arnon said, with a smirk.
"Mister Wolfe was or is, depending on what we find, the Chief of Intel and second officer. In the midst of his dramatic exit he kidnapped, allegedly, Lieutenant Ronnie Lancaster who is the Assistant Chief Science Officer." He tapped the PADD again bringing up her picture. "From reports they seemed to be in a relationship. Mister Logan, if you please."
Logan stood up and walked over to the desk, picking up a PADD and walking it over to Arnon. "Damion Wolfe's recent medical and psychiatric profile. From what we can understand, medically, he suffers from a mental issue that he has been controlling with a injection. According to logs the injections haven't been working but we notices a sudden jump from them working to them not."
Remy crossed his arms slightly. "From what we can understand his psychiatric review reads the same way. A sudden jump in hostility toward crew members, but that could be associated with the last few assignments that the Calypso has had. However, Logan and I feel that it doesn't add up."
"According to logs we have read, and are classified for, his performance has never changed this drastically. He has had pretty close calls prior to his service on the Calypso and it hasn't phased him." Logan added as he looked over to Remy.
"And something else to note." Remy switched the image to the Andorian style blade used in the murder of the delegates that was in evidence. "This is a weapon associated with him, but the maintenance of it doesn't match his style. It's was in good, but not excellent condition. His profile, correct me if I am wrong, shows he would keep it in a far better condition. The murder scene." The monitor switched again to show several smaller pictures, each from a different angle of the murder scene. "Show's hostility. Rage. Which would flow with his last reported state if it didn't feel so off to us."
"You think someone's switched out his medication?" Arnon asked. "If you somehow tampered with his doctor's instructions to the replicator in his quarters. Mister Wolfe, theoretically, wouldn't be able to access his medication without a psychiatrist's or at least a physician's authorization."
Remy nodded slightly as he looked over to him. "Perhaps, or you can look it through and give it a review and tell me what you think about this man being the prime suspect. Seeing as how you're here and all."
"Well," said Arnon. "I'm not really a Forensic Psychologist, but I'll give it a whirl."
He looked at the board.
"I agree that this doesn't feel right," he said, after a moment. "Mister Wolfe makes a good patsy but as an actual suspect...other than being mentally ill, which is not in and of itself evidence of a crime, all you have is the blade. Is the issue of the maintenance of the blade enough to have it thrown out as evidence?"
Remy shook his head slightly. "No... it isn't. However, the fact that this suspect was able to come on board unnoticed. Kill delegates with no remorse or alarm going off. Leave behind a weapon that is linked to this Lieutenant, who has served on this ship as a Chief Intelligence Officer and would know, due to his skills, on how to navigate this ship without being detected, is all they seem to think they need."
"Hmm..." mused Aaron. "And we have no idea where is Lieutenant Wolfe now? Or is that information hidden under cloak and behind dagger?"
Remy let out a soft sigh and looked back to the monitor that displayed the images. "No. I have my own cloaks and daggers that I rely on, Mister Barak, and they all say the same thing. There are no current assignments listed for Damion Wolfe. All, but one. The one only answers with No comment. Which leads me to believe he knows something, but how do you interrogate the man who runs your Department?" He paused for a moment, crossing his arms over his chest and stared at the images, trying to see if there was something he missed. "The Galaxy class is a well known class. Since the days of the Enterprise D, many ships were man like this, and some are still active. If once knows about Starships, especially this class, it wouldn't be hard to figure out all its blind spots. So, his experience is not an asset, actually a disadvantage. I would image, sending someone to a place where you once worked and can be recognized is a stupid move, unless you plan ahead and arrange to be on board months in advanced to not arise suspicion."
"You think the culprit is hiding somewhere on the Calypso?" Arnon asked. "That would require skill at blending in and a remarkable dedication. The person would need to be disciplined. They would need to be able to hide in plain sight because to accomplish their mission they would have to exit their hideaway for at least brief periods of time. They would need to observe security patrol schedules and memorize them. Hmmm...I supposed you've also considered, on a purely technical note that they would have to be able somehow to access ship's services and systems without a record being kept or even alarm bells going off."
Remy narrowed his eyes for a moment before looking back to Arnon. "True, but a well trained officer can be without food for a long time. Survival training, especially for an operative, is essential. Even if the need for food did kick in, an Infiltration Officer is taught several tactics to delay, and disable, alarms. So, technically my Vulcanoid friend, it is not possible."
He paused, hearing a tone come from his PADD. Quickly, he walked over to it and took a look at it. He took a moment to skim through it before walking it over to Arnon and raising it to him and continued to speak. "Security just sent me the results of the analysis of the weapon found at the scene. According to the results, Caitian fur was found on the blade's handle. I believe, with several Caitian's on board, you question about blending in may have already answered itself."
"Well," said Arnon. "It sounds like you have your hands full. I'll talk to you later.
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