Debriefing (part 3)

Posted on Tue Dec 1st, 2015 @ 7:14am by Lieutenant Rembrandt 'Remy' Batiste & Lieutenant Commander Jennifer Tate
Edited on on Thu Jan 28th, 2016 @ 12:01pm

1,113 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Of Gods and Men
Location: Remy's Quarters
Timeline: Before arriving at Gekkaro

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Remy placed his glass slowly on the table and looked at Jennifer curiously. "You know, the funny thing about ghosts? Sometimes when you think they don't exist, someone pops up with proof that they exist and, when you try to prove them wrong, you end up proving them right." He said softly as he leaned forward in his seat and spoke softly. "Would you like to see proof ghosts exist?" He said, in an almost teasing fashion.

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Jennifer turned quickly with widened eyes. "You have proof of her existence? Do you have photos? Have you seen her face?" she asked hopefully.

"No, however there is significant proof that she exists." Remy replied as he tapped his small fingertips on the arms of his chair. "Mister Spock?" He shouted slightly as a screech came from his bedroom. The small Capuchin ran out from the room and leaped quickly to the top of the chair. Spock let out a coo as Remy looked up and raised a hand. "Please fetch me my private PADD."

The Capuchin squealed and ran off from the chair and back into the bedroom, making a beeline for the his lock box under the bed. Spock crawled partially under the bed and soon popped back out, tugging at the heavy box until it was passed the frame. The small monkey tapped the sequence of buttons Remy taught him and, upon hearing the click, opened the lid.

Spock soon ran back out of the bedroom and leaped onto the small table, PADD in hands. The small capuchin raised it up with a big smile, hoping to get a treat for his good work.

Remy took the PADD and stood up, tapping on it as the monitors at his desk turned on. On the screens were several photos of crime scenes and news reports from various planets and species. As he tapped again a red circle appeared around a particular Cardassian Woman, however the face was either obscured or too far away to get full facial reconstruction. It was always the same woman with the same features of her body and the same posture. "Thank you, Mister Spock. You can help yourself to a piece of fruit on the counter." He soon looked back to Jennifer and smiled slightly as he gesture to the photos. "I believe that is our Cardassian."

Jennifer stepped closer to the monitor studying the image on the screen. The woman on the screen sent chills down her back. She scowled looking away towards Remy. "Gul Morat has been linked to the terrorist organization known as the Hand of Helsa. The group was determined to return the Cardassian Union to the old Dominion alliance seeking to once again tip the balance of power in the quadrant. They believe that since the war the government has grown weak believing the Dominion to be their return to power. This pattern of events certainly matches her M.O."

Remy nodded as he took a step closer to the monitors, standing along side Jennifer as he spoke. "This is definitely the same person. Cardassian neck scales are similar to Klingon ridges. They appear the same, but there is always differences. Like fingerprints." He tapped on the PADD as he highlighted the neck scales in each photo and zoomed in. The small officer took a step to the monitor and began to point out all the similarities.

Jennifer leaned forward studying the indicators Remy was pointing out. There was certainly no denying this was their woman. There were too many coincidences and in her world there was little belief in a simple coincidence let alone a group of them. She took another sip from her glass. Suddenly she was beginning to feel a little warm, much like she did when she first entered the room. She turned her head slightly from the screen placing Batiste in her peripherals. As he continued pointing things out to her, she took note of his figure. His arms, shoulders. He was well built, strong and probably a formidable fighter. She began to breathe a little harder as his words were now drowned out as she focused upon him, like she was in some sort of trance. She gently undid the collar of her undershirt, it was growing tight on her. God for a little man he was a hunk, and she wanted a piece. With little more willpower to hold her back she lurched forward pressing her lips upon his. Despite his goatee prickling her lips it actually felt really good. She continued to lock on for a moment, pressing her lips into his before suddenly realizing what she had done. Her eyes shot open as she moved back a few steps from the man, she was still breathing deeply. Maybe it was the vodka, maybe it was the pressure of the case, maybe it was her or a mix of everything.

"I'm s..sorry Lieutenant. I don't know what came over me." She said placing her hand over her mouth in embarrassment. "I think I should go....." The words escaped her mouth but her body did not move as if paralyzed in place.

Remy stood there in shock. He didn't move. He was just stunned by what just happened. What the hell just happen? He thought as he stood there looking at her with a mixture of emotions running through his head. Remy felt happy and confused. Stunned and excited. Pleased and pressured. He didn't know what to feel but he did know that this was a completely different situation then he was used to dealing with. "I.... ummm." He as at a lose for words as he stammered a bit, clearing his throat finally before finally saying a full sentence. "You don't have to. I mean. If you don't want to."

Jennifer kneeled down in front of Remy, smiling at him with the widest of grins. Despite his mannerisms and expressions she felt safe and secure. The weight of her day had been lifted off her shoulders and now she just wanted to be here. "I don't want to leave, if you don't mind the company of course." she cooed.

"I never mind the company." Remy whispered back, smirking slightly as he looked into her eyes. "It's a great change from the monkey."

Jennifer smirked back, giggling as she covered her mouth with her hand. She lowered her hand shortly after tilting her head to one side. "Oh come now, the monkey doesn't seem all THAT bad. Is he friendly?"

(To be continued...)

Lieutenant Commander Jennifer Tate
Intelligence Officer

Lieutenant Rembrandt Batiste
Chief Intelligence Officer

 

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