Unexpected Favors

Posted on Tue Dec 27th, 2016 @ 4:46pm by Lieutenant Commander Damion Wolfe & Lieutenant Rembrandt 'Remy' Batiste

1,469 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Shadow Dance
Location: Chief of Security/Tactical Officer
Timeline: Before Briefing

ON:

Damion sat at his desk, reviewing old files and intel gathered about the Jenefran home world before he heard the chime of the door. He raised a brow, for a moment thinking it was Ronny tracking him down, but she would know to call him before coming to find him. When he heard the chime ring a second time cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair, placing the PADD down on the desk. "Come in."

The doors slid opened as Remy stood there in the doorway. "Hello, Lieutenant." He said softly as he ran his hand through his hair, combing back the strand that was out of place. He cleared his throat before gesturing inside. "May I come in?"

Damion raised a brow. At first he found it odd that Remy wouldn't be in such bad shape. His clothes was a bit of a mess and hair a bit out of place. On top of all that, Damion was getting a strong mixture of emotions. Anger and sadness. "Umm... okay. Sure. Come on in." He said firmly as he gestured to the empty chair. Remy gave a quick smirk before walking toward the chair. Just as he was prepared to get in it, Damion quickly asked. "Do you need a stepping stool?"

Remy paused before letting out a fake chuckle. "No, Lieutenant. I may be small, but I am not tiny. Thank you, however, for the thought."

As Remy took a seat, Damion raised a brow. That was an odd exchange. Normally, the little Intel Chief would thrown an insult at him in exchange for his own, but today he didn't. "What can I do for you, Batiste."

"I need your help, Wolfe." Remy said quickly, his eyes never meeting Damion's. He than cleared his throat and let out a deep breath before finally raising his head and meeting his eyes with his. "I'll give you a minute to savor the moment before I continue."

Damion looked at his PADD before looking back to Remy and nodding. "Alright. Moment savored. Continue."

"I won't lie to you and pretend like I haven't looked into your history. We both know who you've worked for and we both are aware of whose trust you have, so I won't bother you with the standard Intel Babble loaded with hypothetical scenarios and what-if's. I know what your capable of I am here to negotiate for those skills." Remy said firmly, straightening himself a bit in his chair.

"What?" Damion raised a brow. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Save the denials for the mother of your unborn child." Remy replied quickly before closing his eyes taking in a deep breath. "I am sorry. I didn't. What I mean to say is that you and I both know what your capable of and I am willing to pay you to help me out with my problem."

Damion narrowed his eyes slightly before clenching his fist and resisting the urge to hit the little man in his big mouth. "I am not a mercenary, Rembrandt. Besides, I thought you kept your big cat friend around for situations like this."

"If I was planning on starting an interplanetary war and sending a close friend of mine to a deep dark hole, I would have no problem speaking to Mister Logan about this matter. However, for a situation like this, a much more subtle hand is needed and you, of all people here, are the only one close enough who can do it." Remy replied again, this time speaking quickly, almost giving himself no time to breath in between sentences.

Damion couldn't help but raise a brow at the comment before crossing his arms around his chest. "Batiste. I don't have time for your games. Why don't you tell me what it is you need, Alright?"

Remy paused for a moment before answering. "I am sure you are aware of the current situation involving Miss Tate. I happen to know she is innocent, however given the current political status on the planet, we are not allowed to get involved. I fear, given the new King's view, he will not allow Miss Tate to leave with us without making an example out of her, so I am suggesting you go down there and get here. Preferable using your notable stealth and guile, however should you happen to kill some Jenefran's along the way, I will not see that as a bad thing. If you manage to kill the current King along the way, I would consider it a bonus, and consider your unborn child set for life."

"The Captain has already put the Marines on coming up with an evacuation plan. Why don't you go bother them? Why do you even care about Tate, anyway? If you know she is innocent, than it will all work itself out. Just sit back and down whatever it is you do when you're by yourself." Damion paused. "Forget it. I don't want to know what you do by yourself. Just... go bother the Marines."

Remy stood up and looked sternly toward Damion. "Mister Wolfe! If I were the mood to deal with a bunch of neanderthals who find spitting for distance a competitive sport than I would be down there, but I did not come to them, I came to you. I came to the same man who seems to take great fond into treating me like I were back at the academy, surrounded by idiots and sycophants, and not like a man who shares the same uniform he used to wear that bears the same emblem we have both dedicated out lives to. I came to you, Mister Wolfe, because despite our differences I trust you to get the job done."

Damion sat there for a moment, just watching the man. He watched as he quickly lashed out at him, as well as felt as how emotional he was getting internally. Damion did nothing but remain silent.

The little Chief of Intel straightened his uniform before sitting back down in his seat. "As far as why I care for Miss Tate, allow me to answer in kind. My relations on, or off this ship, is none of your business. However, I will say that Jennifer is an analyst, and very good one, and would never place her in the middle of a power struggle between two factions. Being a member of Intel, you shoulder remember, we have people for that sort of thing. Nevertheless, I know that she is innocent of all charges and I, if possible, I would take her place in a second. I stand by my people and my department. Had the situations been reversed and Miss Lancaster found herself trapped on that planet, I know given her current condition not being a factor, you would be there in a heartbeat and I would be right beside you. Phaser at the ready, Large Caitian to my right, Hybrid Vulcan Bajorian at my left, and Capuchin Monkey on my shoulder as a wild card. Despite our differences, Mister Wolfe, I would be in that position because I would believe you if you had told me she was innocent."

Damion narrowed his eyes and softly cleared his throat. He moved his PADD's over to the side and looked Remy in his eyes. For a moment, he questioned the Intel chief's motives, but he couldn't help shake the feelings behind his words. The genuine concern for Tate. The amount of times he felt fear when speaking her name. As well as the confidence when he said he would stand by Damion despite their differences. Damion just placed his arms on his desk, looked Remy in the eyes, and softly spoke. "If I do this I do it on my own terms. Only the people I choose to involve are involved. And it happens when I say it happens."

"Absolutely." Remy replied, a bit of relief in his words.

"This conversation never took place." Damion said firmly.

"What conversation?" Remy replied in a nonchalant manner as he stood up.

"And if things go wrong, you explain to Ronny how this is all your fault." Damion added, pointing to Remy with a firm finger.

"I'm gonna do what?" Remy raised a brow.

"Those are my terms and they are non negotiable." Damion said with a stern look, his finger still firmly extended to Remy.

Remy paused for a moment before clearing his throat and nodded. "Agreed."

Damion crossed his arms back across his chest and leaned back in his chair. "Now get out of here before I change my mind."

OFF:

Lieutenant Damion Wolfe
Chief Security/Tactical Officer

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Lieutenant Rembrandt 'Remy' Batiste
Chief Intelligence Officer

 

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