Birds of Prey

by Khrow

Agent Lydia Frost is ordered to awaken a sleeping human augmentation. Genetically engineered to be perfect, Section 31's leader believes this slumbering warrior is the secret to uprooting the Klingon threat. Meanwhile, Lydia is torn between her oath to protect Star Fleet, and doing what she believes is right. The prequel to my story Return of Darkness. KhanXOC

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"I need you on this assignment." The man's tone was authoritative, yet hinted desperation.

"Find someone else." She wasn't biting, and slowly turned to leave the office.

"You're the most qualified for the job; Hell, your father practically paved the way for you. Dr. Frost was one of the most accomplished scientists we've ever had." He knew what buttons to push; however, the young woman said nothing.

She stood, silently watching the scientists and medical teams scurry about the laboratory. The office was plain in nature, yet fashioned large and expensive wooden furniture; each item meticulously carved by hand. The room smelled of old cigars, and sweet bourbon, and had no walls. No, there were no walls at all, just large, glass panels.

"Agent Frost…Lydia…We need their insight. They can help us develop weapons, ships; a complete combat arsenal to finally eradicate the Klingon threat!" He was becoming excited, frantic even. The sheer thought of annihilating the Klingon filled him with an immense joy.

"They're human beings, not slaves…" She continued observing the staff below. They moved from one cryo tube, to the next, evaluating the contents within.

There was one chamber, in particular, which commanded a great deal of attention. Lydia could tell from their lab coats that these doctors and scientists assigned to this capsule were top ranking personnel; the best of Section 31.

"Lydia, they're war criminals, but, perhaps I can arrange it so they can earn their freedom. Let's call it, a community service."

She took a deep breath, mulling over his words. "Are we waking them all?"

"No, we will start with one." The man rose from his chair, joining Lydia's side to gaze out over his subordinates.

"What's his name?" Her emerald eyes never once left that chamber; the identity of the man within, shielded by a thick layer of frost.

"We don't know…but, I've taken the liberty to create an identity. For the time being, he will be known as John Harrison." He extended a folder, ushering Lydia to take it. "His identification, residence, passports, and fabricated history are all within that folder."

"Very well, Admiral…when do I begin?" She turned to her leader with a hesitant smile.

"Immediately."