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Chapter 3.
"What do you know about the engines, how do they work?"
Asked one of the officers, harshly. Walking around Archer. They were in the interrogation room.
"I don't know!"
"You are the Captain, you must know these things!"
"Well, I guess that you must have your idea of the roll of the Captain different to us!"
"You will answer us!"
Trip approached the Base. It was surrounded by wire fencing. He cut his way through using his phase pistol.
He cut his arm on one of the wires "Aaa" He groaned.
A vehicle came round the corner, Trip ran to take cover behind another truck. He pressed himself up flat, desperate not to be seen.
It was then that he heard voices. He looked round. No-one was there, then he realized. THEY WERE IN THE TRUCK!
He headed for some dustbins, but had barely made his way across when some more people came walking by. With no where else to hide, Trip dived under the truck. Hoping that the people inside weren't in a rush to get somewhere. He waited. Watched the boots walk past. They seemed to take forever. He lay there repeating again and again, don't set off, please don't set off. He could hear his heart thudding.
Finally, after what seemed like a century, the people passed. He was about to get out from under the car, when he heard the Captain being mentioned. He lay there listening. Archer was in some room, at the far right hand side of the building, 1st floor... Being…..quoted?...no no questioned.
Just then the engine started. Trip jumped, a shudder ran down his spine it was then that he saw people running about, and more trucks driving off. He tried to pull himself out from underneath, when the wheels moved. He just had time to get into a position where the wheels went past him on either side. He tucked his legs and arms in as tight as he could.
He let out a sigh of relief. Then he saw another vehicle coming towards him. He rolled out of the way just in time, got up and ran behind some bins where no-one could see him. He flattened himself against the side and closed his eyes. Eventually the sounds faded away. What now? Inside, he had to get inside. He looked round, there was no sign of anyone. He made a dash for a huge metal door. He couldn't help the feeling of exposure. He reached the door, but it was locked.
"Useless!" He kicked the metal. He searched round the frame. His fingers came across a slot in the wall.
"Must be for a pass card or something." Then he had an idea, he'd simply wait for someone to come out, and take their card off them. It may not have been the best plan in the world, but it was the best he had then. He went back behind the bin again.
He waited. 20 minutes went by. It was freezing, his hands and feet were numb and he was shivering all over.
"This is beyond a joke" He muttered, when someone came out. He fumbled, his hands were too numb to control properly. The guy was leaving . No you don't thought Trip as he ran out to him and stunned the guy before he could raise the alert. Just then a hand rapped itself round Trip's mouth, muffling his screams. The grip was tight but Trip grabbed the guy's arm and pulled him over himself with all his strength, and stunned the guy before he could pull any stunts. Trip took the card, and decided to make for the door before anyone else showed up.
The card slipped perfectly through the slot and the door slid open. Trip braced himself, he was sure there would be guards there, but as he entered, he saw none.
"Strange."
The door slid shut, startling him. He could feel his heart racing, the nerves were building. Suddenly a man jumped in front and punched him round the face. Trip staggered backwards, taken by surprise. He was right, how could he let his guard down? He felt something hard hit his head from behind. He slumped against a wall, trying to get his vision back into focus. The he felt a pair of hands grab each arm, as he was dragged off down the hall.
Archer had been punched, slapped and kicked, but he kept his story. He didn't know anything about the engines.
He was beginning to wonder what was taking the rescue team so long.
"Not a talker, well, no matter, maybe he can help." He smiled as two men dragged a beaten young man in.
Jon's stomach did a twist as he immediately recognized the blue uniform and tangle of messy blond hair. "Trip!" Jon wanted to run to him, but the officer held onto him.
"Hi Cap'n" Said Trip through a bloody lip. "Rescue!"
Jon smiled. "Nice one Trip, but errr, won't you supposed to get me out?"
"Turned out to be some difficulties."
"You shut-up!" Shouted the Officer.
"Why are you holding him here?" Asked Trip, nodding towards his Captain.
"He is the Captain, therefore he should know about the warp engines.Yet as a fool he refuses to talk."
"That's expected." Said Trip. "Besides he doesn't really know much about the engines anyway."
"Trip, be quite!"
"Shut-up!" yelled an officer hitting Jon round the face.
"Wait!" Yelled Trip. "I'm the Chief engineer; I know loads more than him."
"You will talk?"
"Only if you let him go first."
"No deal."
"Then I'm telling you nothing!"
The officer looked between the two prisoners.
"Do you really belief you'd get your own way as you are now? I'll tell you everything if you let him go."
"Fine, you, free this man!"
A soldier came and took Archer out.
"No!" Screamed Archer. "Trip, stop it that's an order. Trip!" He was determined not to leave Trip in there. He knew all too well what they would do to him. They knew he was the chief engineer, and they would do what ever it takes to get everything out of him. Knowing Trip, he would never tell anyone Enterprise's secrets willingly! He tried once again to get back, pushing with all his might against the arms of his guards, but they held on. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free. He could not save Trip!
5 minutes later and the guard returned. Trip was sitting in the chair now.
"I have your word that you've let him go."
"Yes. Now, those engines."
"What."
"You said you were the chief engineer."
"I did? Oh no, I meant I was the chef."
"What?"
"I could tell you how to make a Peacan pie if you like, but engines?" He pulled a face. "Sorry."
