In Confidence
Stage II
Chapter iii
Chakotay, B'Elanna and Tom had managed to 'borrow' the Delta Flyer from the shipyard. They were now officially mercenaries, and the plan to save their futures' had begun.
They made their way – 'under the radar' – to Starfleet Medical, there was one person left to the group they needed to perform this mission flawlessly.
B'Elanna tapped her combadge knowing the line she was using was secure. "Torres to the doctor."
The Doctor came on the line: "Yes B'Elanna, you guys ready to go?"
B'Elanna smirked, "Ready as we'll ever be."
The doctor sighed, "Well I guess coming from you three, that's as good as I'm going to get."
Chakotay looked at the Paris couple, "Good to see some things never change," he paused looking at Tom and B'Elanna, "like your charming personality doctor."
The doctor harrumphed, "Or like your rebel ways Chakotay." Chakotay grinned, "Old habits die hard."
The doctor smiled to himself, "Indeed they do." He paused, "Well, I'm ready for transport whenever you guys are."
B'Elanna tapped the controls and the doctor dematerialized, re-materializing on the Delta Flyer. "Well, hello again everyone."
They all made their way to Starfleet Command. The doctor and transported B'Elanna down to the facility. After Tom trying and failing to get the components they needed, they had gone on to 'Plan B'. Chakotay waited with baited breath for B'Elanna to work her magic and thankfully she had.
"B'Elanna to Delta Flyer."
The doctor responded, knowing at this point he was the one they needed. "I'm ready when you are Commander."
B'Elanna laughed, "We're not in Starfleet anymore doc, and after today I highly doubt that any of our Starfleet ranks will make a difference. You can call me B'Elanna you know, you did after all deliver my first born."
The EMH let our a sigh. "Very well B'Elanna," he emphasized her name. "The shielding as been infused with the Borg Nanoprobes as you requested; the moment you activate the shielding around the components, transport will commence."
So I, I won't be the one,
Be the one to leave this,
In pieces.
And you, you will be alone,
Alone with all your secrets,
And regrets.
Don't lie.
In Pieces, Linkin Park
Chakotay glanced the doctor's way, "You ready to change history doc?"
The doctor was looking at him apprehensively, (which was quite a feat for a hologram). "I suppose at this point I've already made my decision… and there's no turning back."
Chakotay laughed, "I suppose not."
Tom entered into the conversation: "Transport in progress you two. That's one down, one to go."
Tom manoeuvred again after retrieving his wife and the components. "So… now back to Starfleet Medical."
It was the doc's last chore (well the last scheduled one anyway). He had made quite a career for himself since their return Alpha Quadrant; and since the 'Janeway files' had now been declassified, getting a copy of her files from years past shouldn't have been a problem; shouldn't have been.
The doctor looked at Chakotay questioning. "So all you need are her medical files from three weeks prior to her death?"
Chakotay nodded, "That should be enough to convince Kathryn that what we're doing is for the best."
The doctor was transported to the secure medical facility. He saw a lonely lieutenant that was stuck doing security for the entrance to the facility. "Hello Jean, long time no see."
The woman looked at the EMH strangely, "I thought you were done for the night sir?"
The doctor simply smiled. "I forgot something behind. So…" he paused, "I won't be a minute."
The woman nodded and granted him entrance, watching where he was going and what he was doing. Odd, why would he be bringing up 'the Janeway files'?"
Jean tapped her combadge, "Doctor, those files have been de-classified, but I still need a ranking official's consent to release them to you."
The doctor go nervous, "Ah... yes… they're being released on the authority of Admiral Paris."
The doc waited to see if acceptance was forthcoming, but the lieutenant still seemed suspicious. "I trust you have the paperwork to back up that claim?"
The doctor sighed, "I'll show them to you on the way out lieutenant."
The woman nodded in acceptance of this statement, and the doctor breathed a sigh of relief for the moment.
He was aware of the fact that the Starfleet Medical research facility was too high security for the direct beam out, but knew – for the good the future – he'd have to get the documentation somehow.
He made a quick decision and changed his physical parameters – one of the many advantages of being a hologram – and acquired a drug that would render the woman harmless to their plan.
He attempted to simply walk out of the facility unhindered and uninterrupted, files in hand, but the lieutenant on duty and other ideas and pointed a phaser his way. "Doctor, put the files down and step away slowly." She paused seeing if he'd obey. "I spoke with Admiral Paris, and he said that he'd given no such authorization for those documents to be released. I will ask you one last time, please set the documents down and leave."
The doctor stared at Jean momentarily then made a beeline for the door, and as the phaser shot through him, he knew there was no longer any turning back. He anaesthetized the lieutenant, and ran out of the facility. The moment he had been released from the grips of the secure facility, he called for a beam out. B'Elanna obliged, "Doctor… we're locking on to you now."
The EMH waited, as he watched the security detachment gaining on him. He felt the dematerialization sequence taking place, and thanked his lucky stars that he had the best engineer he would ever know – in his opinion – on his side.
There's truth in your lies,
Doubt in your faith,
All I've got's what you didn't take.
In Pieces, Linkin Park\
They looked at each other. "Well this is it, there's definitely no turning back now: we've all burned our bridges.
B'Elanna looked at Chakotay, "In a matter of minutes… it won't matter."
"I hope so B'Elanna; I hope so."
End Chapter iii
