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Are you afraid of the Dark?

Posted on Fri Aug 11th, 2017 @ 11:33pm by Lieutenant Mark Whistler

Mission: S2E1 - Secrets
Timeline: Mission Day 85; time 1405

In the darkness of the marketplace, three men raced through the streets, as quickly as they could, trying to escape from their pursuer. They had tried to kill the pursuer before he could attack them. But they had badly misjudged his skills.

They reached the now empty marketplace of the planet, and looked around. The square was lit up by electric lamps, allowing them to see. Looking around, they checked their weapons, looking for some sign of the one who chased them.

One of them stepped forward, and looked at the others. "Did we lose him?" He asked. His question was answered as the lights flickered and died out. Looking around in the pure black night, one of them lit up a flare. As soon as he did, the others tried to grab it, in a panic, and threw it away. As it landed, they saw a man standing where it had landed. He stepped on the flare, extinguishing it.

"You're not afraid of the dark, are you?" The deep voice boomed. As the three men raised their weapons, the man had disappeared, at least from their point of view. They fired at where the man had been, sending energy blasts through the empty market stalls. But they merely hit the walls of the buildings and died out. As the three men looked around, they tried to see their target.

Before they could react, their target was racing past them, and as two of the men looked at the third, he was grasping his neck, with blood seeping out.

"What the hell?" One of the men gasped as their friend fell to the floor, the blood still seeping out.

"You're a Starfleet Officer! You can't kill!" The second man called out to the attacker.

"That's where you're wrong." Came the deep voiced reply, as the second man fell to the ground, a curved dagger embedded in the back of his head. The last man dropped his weapon and held his hands up.

"I surrender! I surrender!" He called out. As the moon came out from behind a cloud, the attacker could be seen clearly. He wasn't dressed in a Starfleet Uniform, but the man knew he was a Starfleet Officer. "Who are you?" He asked.

"I'm a messenger from the darkest pits of hell, and unless you cooperate, you'll be going there." The attacker said. "You know what I want."

"Sp...spaceport thirteen, there's a cargo shuttle, with the girl inside." The man said. The attacker nodded, before pulling out a phaser and shooting him. He watched as the man fell to the ground, stunned, and shook his head.

"Damned fools." He said, as a Starfleet Captain approached him.

"The team just went down. We'll know within a few minutes." The Captain, William Nevin, said.

"I doubt he was lying. This was way too convincing." Lieutenant Mark Whistler said, with a smile as he deactivated his night vision implants. "Computer, End Program." He added. The market disappeared to show an empty holodeck grid, and only the last attacker. "The other two?"

"In the brig, fuming at being caught out. Nice trick, by the way." William said, as security officers grabbed the stunned man, dragging him away, as the two men left the holodeck of the USS Georgia.

Mark had been assigned to help find a kidnapped daughter of a high ranking ambassador by pirates, and he had found them and set up a very complex trap for them. And it had worked. The three men had been arrested, and the weakest one had been subjected to Mark's interrogation. It was different, some might say cruel, but it was always effective.

"Comes from growing up where I did. Only difference is back on Turalek, it wasn't a holodeck." Mark said. William nodded, as the two men reached the turbolift. As they did, another officer reached them.

"Captain, Lieutenant, we found the girl. The team are beaming her up now." The officer said.

"Like I said, effective." Mark replied. William nodded.

"Have her looked at in Sickbay." William ordered. As they entered the turbolift, William ordered it to take them to the bridge. "We've got to pick up some crew and rendezvous with the USS Vindex. Some sort of mission they're on. I know you were heading back to Earth, but would you mind sticking around for a little longer?"

"Not like I have anywhere else to be." Mark replied, as the turbolift reached the bridge. The two men went straight to the ready room, and sat down. "Although I'm sure your Security Chief will be glad to see me gone."

"I'd rather have you stick around, to be honest. You've been the best asset I've had at my disposal these last few months. I doubt we'd have found the girl without you, or shut down that smuggling ring." William replied.

"You'd have managed. Besides, I'm the killer here. I'm the one who doesn't care about having blood on his hands." Mark said.

"You know I don't think you're the soulless bastard others think of you as. If you were, you wouldn't be living by that code of yours." William replied. "I'll be honest with you; I wanted you for my Sec/Tac, but Starfleet is still a little unsure about you."

"No surprise. Doesn't matter, I prefer going mission to mission. Whatever happens Captain, you need help, just let me know. I'll be there." Mark promised.

And he always kept his promises.


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