Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2011 9:52:42 GMT -8
She knew they would think she was heading downward so, instead, she intended to go up. When she attempted to enter a turbolift, however, the doors remained closed. She frowned, hoping it was just because several of the lifts were offline and not because they'd locked them down. She pushed the manual call button several times. Just as she was about to walk away, though, the door opened and an Ensign gave a confused look when no one was there as she held tightly to a briefcase like her life depended on it. Boribeth smiled and stepped in when the Ensign withdrew after taking a brief look outside. They continued downward until the doors opened and the Ensign started walking down the hallway. Beth followed her close enough to see where she was going, but not so close that the woman would hear her.
Stopping in front of the door, the Ensign shifted the briefcase in her arms. "Computer, security override Lt. Commander Thalev th'Aann's quarters, authorization Ensign Brenda Miravelle, epsilon zero delta." The doors slid open and Beth resisted the urge to laugh. This was too good. As the Ensign wandered in, she put the briefcase down on a nearby table but, instead of leaving, began snooping around. Beth bit her lip in amusement. Curiosity sated, the Ensign exited the quarters, leaving Beth alone.
She reached down and deactivated the cloak, saving energy, then rushed over to the briefcase. Of course, it was locked. Beth sighed. Why is it never easy. Putting down her phaser, she began trying to override the lock for the next several minutes, but was not successful. She put her bag onto a table and rummaged around in it until she pulled out several devices. Walking over to the door panel, she removed the access plate and slipped a tiny device into one of the data slots before putting the panel back in place. Grabbing her stuff, she activated the cloak and pushed the button by the door, opening it. She stepped out, turned, and waited until the door closed, then pointed a remote link at the door, pushing a button. The door slid open again. Perfect. She stepped back inside. It was the perfect place to hide.
Over the next several minutes, she worked on a nearby light, leeching energy from its station-fed supply. She sat down on the floor next to it, a cord running from the light to her artificial leg, and began recharging the cloak. Again, her phaser rested on her lap. She had no idea that the quarters in which she hid belonged to the Intelligence officer or that he was an Andorian with perfectly tuned antennae to hear every movement and vibration around him. What she thought was her temporary sanctuary could very well become her final taste of freedom.
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Stopping in front of the door, the Ensign shifted the briefcase in her arms. "Computer, security override Lt. Commander Thalev th'Aann's quarters, authorization Ensign Brenda Miravelle, epsilon zero delta." The doors slid open and Beth resisted the urge to laugh. This was too good. As the Ensign wandered in, she put the briefcase down on a nearby table but, instead of leaving, began snooping around. Beth bit her lip in amusement. Curiosity sated, the Ensign exited the quarters, leaving Beth alone.
She reached down and deactivated the cloak, saving energy, then rushed over to the briefcase. Of course, it was locked. Beth sighed. Why is it never easy. Putting down her phaser, she began trying to override the lock for the next several minutes, but was not successful. She put her bag onto a table and rummaged around in it until she pulled out several devices. Walking over to the door panel, she removed the access plate and slipped a tiny device into one of the data slots before putting the panel back in place. Grabbing her stuff, she activated the cloak and pushed the button by the door, opening it. She stepped out, turned, and waited until the door closed, then pointed a remote link at the door, pushing a button. The door slid open again. Perfect. She stepped back inside. It was the perfect place to hide.
Over the next several minutes, she worked on a nearby light, leeching energy from its station-fed supply. She sat down on the floor next to it, a cord running from the light to her artificial leg, and began recharging the cloak. Again, her phaser rested on her lap. She had no idea that the quarters in which she hid belonged to the Intelligence officer or that he was an Andorian with perfectly tuned antennae to hear every movement and vibration around him. What she thought was her temporary sanctuary could very well become her final taste of freedom.
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