Securing Intelligence
Posted on Mon Nov 7th, 2011 @ 7:14pm by Lieutenant Cassandra Levue & Lieutenant Commander Damion Wolfe
Edited on on Thu Nov 10th, 2011 @ 4:55pm
1,668 words; about a 8 minute read
Mission:
Shades of Gray
Location: Chief Intelligence Officer's Office
ON
Levue had, in her hand, a confiscated SCIS Internal Affairs PADD. After having it decrypted, and unlocked, by Ensign Stran, she had discovered something discouraging, and distressing; Deputy Field Marshal Donovan had apparently decided to take it upon herself, to go over her section Chief's head, and hand several reports, which she wasn't even cleared to write, to Starfleet Intelligence.
Keeping her mind clear, and calm, she adjusted her hair, as it had fallen slightly out of place, when she had picked up a plant, and threw it, after reading the information on the PADD, and the woman's outright unlawful attempt to sabotage people's careers, without any care for her own physical, or mental well being, she then made a rather quick march down to the Chief Intelligence Officer's Office.
"Could you please call a Lieutenant Junior Grade Damion Wolfe, and see if he has a few moments to discuss some rather urgent matters, with the Chief Security and Tactical Officer, please?" Cassandra said, as she approached the CIO's assistant's desk.
"One Moment Please." The Receptionist said as she hit the comm on her desk, putting down the PADD. This article was filled with make-up tips. "Mr. Wolfe?"
"Lieutenant Wolfe." He sighed. "Yes, Lora."
"Do I have a rank?" Lora responded
"What?? I don't know, what does your collar say?" Damion sighed over the comm
"Made on Earth, Petite."
Some slamming was heard on the other side of the Comm and then a pause. "How about I call you, Miss Wiggins?"
"Lora is fine, Mr. Wolfe." Lora smilled as she picked up her PaDD.
"Thats Lieutenant and if you prefered Lora, why did you ask about your Rank?" He sipped his coffee on the other end.
"Just curious. Someone is here to see you. Sending them in." She terminated the link. "You can go in now, Sir."
"Oh... dear..." Cassandra said, as she shook her head. "Of course." She stopped at the door, and decided it polite to ring the chime, before entering. After all, that's not much of an assistant. Cassandra thought to herself.
"Enter, Lieuten-" He would look up to his desk at the door and paused. He felt she was a Betazoid, but not the usual kind. Damion was hesitant and cautious. She made no effort to shield her thoughts as he found that was unusual. He never felt a mind so opened and free. He cleared his throat "Come in, Lieutenant."
"Hello, Lieutenant Wolfe. We haven't been introduced." Cassandra said, with a nod. "Lieutenant Junior Grade Cassandra Levue, Chief Security and Tactical Officer."
"I would sake your hand, but something tells me you wouldn't like that." Damion said softly as he stood up and looked at her. His gaze went up and down as he could sense what she was before she walked through the door. Something about her upset him, but he wasn't sure how to go by it. He knew what she was. He heard about telepathic proprioception Betazoids from his parents and reports. He never thought he would actually meet one.
"I don't need to be a telepath to know you do not approve of me." Cassandra said, in a chilly voice
"Care to actually get to know me, before passing judgment? "
He slowly sat back down and leaned back in his chair. Damion didn't know what to think. He knew her type wasn't welcomed, but he didn't know why. "It's not that, Lieutenant. I just don't know what to think. Personally, they say my type isn't welcomed amongst the normal Betazoids either. I give you my word I won't pass judgement if you give yours to do the same."
Lora walked into the office and put down a cup of black coffee. He took it and then nodded as she want to walk out. He took a sip and his eyes widened slightly. "Lora!" She stopped and then turned to face him. "How many times have I told you. Don't add anything to my coffee?!"
"I know Damion, Sir. It just doesn't seem right to have you drink normal black coffee." Lora replied with her hands folded and in front of her.
"I like my coffee normal"
"I figured it needed a bit of a kick" She smiled cheerfully.
"If I wanted it to have a kick I would have asked for it, Lora." Damion responded as he sighed a put his coffee back on the counter.
"You don't like the swirl of mocha in the coffee?"
"Nooo." He raised a brow and looked back into the cup, bringing it closer to him.
"Well, your coffee is so strong that I had to put in a lot of Mocha. I guess it wasn't enough or too much? I won't know unless you tell me. I won't drink the stuff. Makes me hyper." Lora smiled cheerfully.
"Let me tell you how much I liked it." He grabbed the cup and then tossed it into the bin by his desk. It made a thud and then a crash as it hit. "That help you out?"
"You know your rude. Last time I try to spice up your coffee." Lora crossed her arms over her chest and then walked out of the room.
"Good. Leave my coffee how it is! Don't try to do me any favors regarding my plan, normal, black, and wonderful coffee!" Damion yelled through the closed doors and then sat down. He paused for a moment feeling his rage creeping up on him. He closed his eyes and then took in a deep breath to try to relax.
Levue scowled. "You know, originally, I was going to be annoyed that Operations hadn't assigned me with an assistant yet. Daniels and I spent all of last night, and most of this morning sorting paperwork, and getting interrupted." She said, looking across her shoulder, to the closed door. "On second thought, I'm probably grateful."
She sat down. "Which brings me to my dominant issue for arriving. You have received several reports, via an SCIS Special Agent, named Donovan. According to several regulations, these reports have been deemed invalid, due to the psychological, and medical well being of Miss Donovan. While Mister Daniels, and Mister Stran will be given a review, I have quite a few other reports, which state that these officers have a very bright future ahead of them. You may conduct an investigation into their actions, should you so desire, however, that report will not be of much assistance, as it has been rendered inadmissable in court."
"You know, you guys a Starfleet Security really need to get a better handle on your crazy people." Damion sighed as he looked at her. "Unfortunatly, that report was sent to the chain of command to my superiors. Had you gotten here a few minutes sooner I would have handed it right off to you. I'll to my best to tell them to overlook the information regarding Donovan and Stran. However the information with Kyt is major priority."
"Mister Wolfe, I've been on duty for precisely 29 hours. I've not slept. I've not found my quarters. I've not unpacked my duffles, still in my office. I've not found my way to Sickbay, so I can assist on any away teams. They are not, officially, 'my' crazy people. They were Kyt's. And there's only one. She lost her child, a while back, and has not been keeping her psychological reviews up to date. The information Donovan gave you, regarding Kyt, is, near as can be told, with accurate witness statements, up to date, and complete. You are welcome to do with it, as you like. However, if you have any further issues with anyone in my department, kindly file such reports, through the department's head, or the Commanding Officer, as Miss Donovan should have done." Levue said, with a scowl. "Now, if you'll excuse me, my grumpyness tends to show, at the 29 hours of no sleep mark, and coffee will no longer sustain consciousness."
She left the office.
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She stopped at the Receptionist's desk, and transferred data from her PADD, to a spare PADD.
"I'm not officially on duty. You are lucky. In the future, you are required to be in uniform, while on duty. Security officers are going to be randomly walking through this office, over the next few weeks. If they catch you out of uniform again, you'll be fined a week's pay, and ordered to report to the Captain's office, for a disciplinary review." Cassandra said. "Have a good day."
She then left.
Lora raised an eyebrow as Cassandra walked away. "You have to to be kidding me?" She said as she hit the button on her console and then cleared her throat. "Umm. Mister Wolfe?"
"Lieuten-" He sighed on the other end. "What, Lora?" Damion responded with a unpleasant voice.
"The Wicked Witch just told me I had to be in uniform or I was going to be fined a weeks pay."
"It is standard procedure. Please refrain from calling her The Wicked Witch. She is still a Betazoid." Damion said as he responded, knowing this was only gonna lead to more problems.
Lora leaned in closer to the console. "You think if I found one of those old 23nd Century ones that have the miniskirts I could wear that and get away with it?"
"I doubt it." Damion said as he sighed, running his hand through his hair.
Lora leaned back and there was a slight moment of silence before she hit the button on the console again. "I'm getting paid? Since when?"
"I'm hanging up now." He ended the call as a muffled scream was heard on the other end of the door from inside his office.
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Lieutenant Junior Grade Cassandra Levue
Chief Security and Tactical Officer
Lieutenant Junior Grade Damion Wolfe
Chief Of Intelligence Officer
Crewman Lora Wiggins
Chief Of Intelligence Receptionist
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