When everyone finally arrived Kathryn was happy to have her mother to distract the children as she and the others went over any and all information they could get their hands on.
"We know the order to investigate Kerin and Kyda came for a man named Rawlee Jenkins. He's one of the highest ranking people in Starfleet intelligence." Said B'Elanna as she opened her computer and scattered her pads out over the coffee table before her.
Kathryn moved to each person, doling out mugs of coffee as she listened. "You mean the secret Starfleet branch actually exists?" she asked.
"I've found proof," responded B'Elanna. "Every time something happens that they don't want the public to know about they call in section 31."
"It turns out those scary stories we were told as children were true," put in Tom. "And now their main interest is finding people from other time lines that they can experiment on."
Sitting down with her own mug of coffee Kathryn nodded. "Owen told me about their tests. Apparently they've found others from other time lines and they never made it out alive."
"I've heard about that," spoke up Harry. "They've got this machine they've been working on. They try to send people back to their own time line… It has yet to work."
"From what I've found the machine works almost like a transporter… Only they haven't found a way to re-materialize them."
B'Elanna's words made Kathryn's stomach turn. "Do you mean the people are just left…" pausing she wiggled her free hand in the air. "Like they were nothing?"
"Well," said Tom as he handed a pad to Tom, "At first."
Reading the pad Chakotay shook his head. "That's more then I needed to know," he declared. When Kathryn reached for the pad he pulled it away, "You don't want to read this. It really doesn't matter anyway; they're not going to get their hands on Kerin and Kyda."
Glaring to him Kathryn managed to snatch the pad, though as she read she nearly dropped her coffee. Chakotay had been right, she shouldn't have read it. "What do they know about my kids?" she questioned.
"Not much," answered B'Elanna. "But they're making head way. We have to stop their progress if we want to have any chance at protecting Kerin and Kyda."
"How do we put a monkey wrench in their gears?" questioned Tom.
Shaking her head B'Elanna was quiet for so long Kathryn was sure she would explode. Finally B'Elanna opened her mouth, "We need to find someone that has an in with this group and is willing to help."
At this Phoebe popped into the living room. "Someone in what group?" she questioned.
"Starfleet intelligence, section 31," responded Kathryn. Watching her sister her hopes rose. "What do you know, Phoebe?"
"We'll, I have a friend in San Francisco. He was deep in not a year ago, but he was injured and they forced him into early retirement," explained Phoebe.
"Does he still have an in?" questioned Chakotay.
"I'm not sure," replied Phoebe hesitantly, "Let me give him a call and we'll see what we see."
As Phoebe left the room Jarvin blew out a breath. "I think Dalby and I should head out to San Fran and see if we can pick up any leads."
Chakotay nodded, "It couldn't hurt."
"Alright," agreed Kathryn, "But don't go sticking your necks out on any chopping blocks. Find what you can without putting yourselves in a dangerous position."
Standing Jarvin smiled. "Don't worry Captain. We can find a way out of anything," he dismissed. "Kyda and Kerin are like our niece and nephew; we'll do anything to keep them safe."
Before Kathryn could say anything more Jarvin and Dalby were gone. "I hope they don't do anything stupid," she sighed.
"Don't count on it," said Chakotay as he placed a hand on her knee. "But for them, that's half the fun. No matter how difficult it is, they have to add just that much more to make it interesting."
Kathryn made a face before she sighed once more. If anyone needed to be in the path of danger to save her kids she would rather it be her.
….
Sitting behind his desk Rawlee Jenkins rubbed his temple. This was taking far too long for his liking and the longer it took for him to get those children, the harder it would be for him to make it seem as though they never existed. Dropping his hands he heaved a deep sigh.
With a shake of his head he lifted his link and entered an ID. As he waited for someone to answer he flipped through a few pages of a file before him. "Federation Penitentiary, how may I direct your call?"
"Warden Mills," said Jenkins evenly.
"Mills," answered the warden, "Whose calling?"
"It's me," responded Jenkins, "I need her."
There was a long moment of silence before the warden spoke. "I thought we had decided that it wouldn't be the best decision at this time."
"We did," agreed Jenkins. "But, this is taking too long. This needs to move faster if I'm going to have any chance at making them vanish."
"Do you really think she's the best way for you to get what you want?" questioned Mills. "She has history with Janeway. Her actions could become volatile."
"I'm willing to take that chance," deadpanned Jenkins. "I'll send the paper work out by the end of the day and I expect her in my office by tomorrow afternoon."
….
Walking down a corridor of the Federation's women's prison Mills wrung his hands together. He didn't like the thought of what he would have to do the next day, but he couldn't choose to ignore his orders.
Stopping next to a cell he looked inside to a woman on the single cot inside. When she looked up to him he shied back at the darkness in her eyes.
"Well, what a pleasant surprise Mr. Warden," she crooned as she stood. "What warrants this little visit?"
"I simply came to let you know that by tomorrow afternoon you will be moved."
"Moved?" she questioned with a tilt of her head.
"You'll see," said Mills before he walked off.
Watching after him the woman narrowed her eyes. What was going on, she wondered.