Wolfe in the Shadows

Posted on Tue Dec 27th, 2016 @ 5:01pm by Lieutenant Commander Damion Wolfe

1,275 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Shadow Dance
Location: Calypso Battle Bridge

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The doors to the turbolift opened, revealing the battle bridge. It was dark as all the lights from the consoles were all shut down since it wasn’t in us, but not for long. Damion stepped out of the turbolift and into the darkness. He made sure the log of him coming on board was wiped out so he was free to do his work and this is exactly the kind of private place he needed to do it in.

“Computer. Enable Battle Bridge controls. Authorization: Wolfe Bravo Alpha Nancy Echo.” Damion said firmly before the systems around the battle bridge turned on. He took a few steps forward and taped onto the tactical station and starting the sequence for a tactical simulation, however he wasn’t going to run it. He just needed to make sure he could access certain systems to do what he needed to do. “Computer? Access my personal program files and enable the file marked Back step and run it.” The computer chimed in response and access the Back-step program which began removing any trace that he was there.

Damion slowly walked over to the operations console and tapped on it. He brought up the transporter controls and prepared a site to site transport, making sure to use the same steps he took prior to erase the commands afterwards. With one more step, he tapped on the controls and slide his hands upward, initiating the transport. Slowly, a familiar Andorian woman began to materialize on the battle bridge.

“What the hell?” Thy’las said softly as she looked around the room. Immediately, she paused as she notices Damion standing at the operations console. “Wolfe? What the hell is going on?”

“I need your help, Blue.” He said softly as he walked over to the tactical console. Damion’s eyes never turned to face hers. He was to wrapped in what he was doing that it took precedence over his usual friendly demeanor.

Thy’las looked at him oddly, confused as to what was going on. “You couldn’t just stop by?”

“No.” Damion replied softly as he brought up an overlay of the Jenefran compound where Tate was being held. “This isn’t exactly something I want on the books.”

The Andorian looked from him, to the main screen. “What’s that?”

“Jenefran Prison Compound.” Damion replied. “I am accessing sensors for a more detailed peek inside. I want to know how many guards there are, what they are carrying, their patrol patterns, vulnerabilities in their systems, and the quickest way in and out.”

“You’re planning a break out?” Thy’las said, looking over to Damion.

“Not exactly. I just need one person.”

Thy’las looked back to the main screen as the familiar red and blue dots appeared, marking guards and prisoners. The Andorian than turned to Damion and started to walk toward him. “Wolfe? What the hell are you doing? Who is in there?”

“Jenifer Tate.” Damion said calmly, looking up now and then to look back toward the main screen. He was to focused on continuing that he was looking passed Thy’las at every glance upwards. Trying not to look in her eyes. He knew this was a bad idea and so would she. The problem was, he was so sure things were going to go wrong that this was the only way to rescue Tate. Sure, it would mean he would most likely lose his career, but he also felt no one was listening. This whole investigation felt like Tate was being railroaded and there was nothing he could do but sit and watch.

Thy’las walked up to the tactical station and placed her hand on his. “What’s going on, Damion? Whose Jenifer Tate? Why do you need to get her out of prison? Talk to me, Wolfe.”

His hands kept moving back and forth across the tactical console before being stopped by a blue colored hand. Damion stood there for a moment, hearing her words, but trying to make sense of them through all the noise in his head. He soon opened his mouth to reply, but no words seem to come out. He hesitated in answer before clearing his throat and trying a second time. “They’re going to kill her. A Jenefran by the name of Keelan is running a power play. The last King was poisoned and this guy seems to be hell bent on convincing us it was Tate. Thing is, no matter what I do, everything points to her. But, it doesn’t make sense. There is no why. No reason for it. Tate has nothing to gain. The only person who gains anything is Keelan, who conveniently handed us all the evidence we need on a silver platter. All pointing to Tate.”

“So how do you know Tate isn’t guilty?” Thy’las asked.

“My gut. My gut and this annoying, obnoxious, irritating little dwarf.” Damion replied, his face cringing slightly in his own anger.

“Who?”

“Batiste. This egocentric midget. Our Chief of Intelligence.” Damion said softly. “He and Tate have a thing going on. Romantic, I guess. I don’t know, really. I always thought the dwarf was born without a heart, but I guess he managed to find out the last few months. He swears it was her and, the look in his eyes.” He hesitated slightly before finishing. “I believed him. And I never believe this guy. He always came off as too much of a pompous ass, but his fear for her, his concern, it was all genuine. I could feel it.”

She took her hand in his and squeezed it slightly. She could tell now that Damion was bothered by what was going on. Either it was realizing that this Batiste was being honest, or the idea that her old friend might lose someone that he couldn’t help through conventional means. “Wolf? You know you’re family to me and if you need me, all you have to do is ask. But, are you sure this is the only way?”

“No.” Damion said softly. “But I need to do this. Just in case things go crazy, I need to have something to fall back on. I need to save her. If I don’t, she could die. I already lost one person on a mission, I won’t lose another.”

“Hey.” Thy’las shouted as she gripped Damion by the shoulders. “You are not responsible for what happened to Thy’ren. That is not your fault. You do not get carry that around. Do you understand me? That blood is not on your hands. We lost him because of Stryfe. Not because anything you, or I, did.”

Damion looked at her, nodding his head slightly. “I know, Blue. I know. I just… I can’t do nothing. If it were Ronny I would already be down there. No plan. No nothing. Just me, my blade, and a phaser rifle. It’s not in my blood to do nothing. You know this. I won’t leave a member of this crew behind. I can’t.”

Thy’las nodded her head slowly. “Fine. But if we do this, we do this to the letter. No mistakes. We account for every variable. And you do this with me. Not just in here. Down there. I go with you. Just like old times.”

“Just like old times, Blue.” Damion replied softly as he slowly nodded his head.

OFF:

Lieutenant Damion Wolfe
Chief Security/Tactical Officer

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Thy’las
Retired Intelligence Operative

 

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