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REVEALING ROOM 31
Gold wondered how long he would be able to keep up this
particular cover. While it was rare for him to undertake
missions himself these days, Mercy had pretty much
threatened to take over the dungeon if he didn’t “comply”.
The voice modifier and cosmetic changes were holding well
enough, and the admiral was an easy mark on a Saturday
evening in Paris, but the high heels were difficult to walk
in. Gold was certain he could have gotten someone else to
do this, but this was too important to leave to anyone else
he reasoned. He and the admiral had spent far too long
flirting, it was time to bring this target to his destination
before the power source on his voice expired.
It isn’t everyday that the Chief of Starfleet Intelligence
takes a woman to bed. But when he does, it’s usually
some other Section 31 agent. Admiral Thy’Lek P’Trell was
thorough usually in retrospect, which is why he is an asset
and not an agent. His position and influence too impor-
tant to jeopardize getting his hands dirty doing anything
“unbecoming” of a Starfleet officer. As Gold led him to his
cover’s abode, he thought he had been careful enough. He
searched the small clutch purse left behind when Gold had
excused himself to “freshen up”. He had done a cursory
background check on the art professor identity that Gold
had “borrowed” for the evening, having prior to relocated
her with a free vacation off of official channels. Gold had
really outdone himself in completely duping him.
“Just up here”, Gold said indicating that his abode was
close by. “Whoops”, he cried out laughing coolly as he
struggled to maintain his balance on stiletto heels after
polishing off 2 bottles of Romulan Ale with the Admiral.
Gold Identified himself and the door slid open to the
professor’s home. Before calling for the lights, he slid his
hand across the stip he had placed on the interior door
frame beginning with an anti-toxin followed by a power-
ful sedative. As Admiral Thy’Lek called for the lights, Gold
Tripped into his arms. Reaching up as though drunk, he
clutched the sides of the CSI’s face and giggled ominously,
“Ooh, now that’s better.”. The admiral didn’t last 3 whole
seconds before crumpling to the ground.
“Thank heavens THAT is over with!!”, Gold exclaimed peel-
ing off the face of the professor. He was just happy that no
one other than Mercy would ever see him do this, just as
Mercy had intended.
Now completely devoid his cover’s identity, Gold sat
patiently in the dark waiting for the sleeping admiral to
wake. Having activated the signal replicator hidden inside
the clutch he left the bag behind, he transported himself
and the Admiral to the undetectable shuttle in orbit. The
admiral lay on a holographic replica of his bed in his room.
With no reason to wait any longer, Mercy applied the
antidote and woke the man who had been avoiding him for
years. P’Trell stirred, and recognized immediately he was in
trouble as he noticed all his hidden weapons had been re-
moved from his bed area. “Good morning Admiral!”, Mercy
said encouragingly, “I trust you slept well?”. The Admiral
instantly called for Security as he turned on the lights from
by his bed, but there would be no response.
“I grew so concerned when you didn’t respond to my last
few communiqués, I thought I’d make certain that no one
else had harmed you.”, Mercy said menacing over the man
laying in front of him. “See, I told you I didn’t kill him.”,
Goldy chimed in from the corner, “He’s almost surely going
to be fine.”
Realizing he was captive for the moment, the Admiral
began deflecting his analysis of the situation. “To what
do I owe the distinct pleasure of a visit from Valhalla’s
esteemed spymasters?”, P’Trell said failing to activate a
subcutaneous transponder. He now realized he would have
to talk his way out of this. He sat up and went to address
Mercy, but Mercy interrupted him, “You know exactly what
I want, and if you know me you know that I’ll get it. The
question that remains is, how much damage to you do
I have to do to get it.”. Admiral Thy’Lek trying to set off
Mercy to get him off balance said, “Oh yes, resistance is
futile is it? I keep forgetting. So what is it this time? More
contraband sent your way? Or do you need more air fresh-
ener for that interrogation room?”.
Mercy stepped back, allowing his dungeon master to go at
him for a bit. “Look Thy’Lek, We have saved your assets
time and again. We have tied our hands in so very many
BY MIKE THE HAMMER
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