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Chapter 7

Jane watched Ethan leave and let out a sigh as he walked out of her view. She was left alone in the relative quiet of the night at the hospital. A perfect opportunity to reflect on everything that had happened in the past several hours. The only problem was that Jane hated reflections. Whenever she had them, it was all about the feeling of guilt, failure or grief, be it Trevor's death, lost asset with valuable information, an injured teammate or just a failed mission in general. She had to take a few breaths to clear her mind.

She still had no idea what on earth had happened in that villa. And, come to think about it, Benji seemed to be deliberately hiding it, refusing to talk about it and being very silent whenever it was mentioned in the past few hours. Jane felt sick as her mind seemed to be running at a thousand miles per hour. She was suddenly hit with another realization. On their way to the hospital Brandt had called Benji's name several times. What if he hadn't been calling for Benji but was trying to tell them something about Benji instead? What if Benji had some secret and Brandt had found it out? Jane actually felt guilty about her thoughts. Benji was her friend. Together they had been through hell. He had been there with her after Trevor had died. He had been part of the team and together they had carried out some insane missions.

Jane closed her eyes, trying to swallow the sickening lump in her throat. Surely if her suspicions were correct, Ethan would have figured it out by now. Or would he?... Ethan seemed to always trust Benji. She knew it had begun many years ago, when Benji had helped Ethan in some critical moment. The team leader had never told them the complete story but it seemed like something important, something he still felt grateful for. He would never suspect Benji of anything unfair. She was surprised at herself for being able to do so, as a matter of fact. She tried to convince herself otherwise, tried to tell herself that she had no proof that Benji had betrayed them or done anything bad at all and yet those suspicions were stabbing her mind like sharp thorns. The sound of footsteps made her instinctively open her eyes and look up without, however, interrupting her thoughts.

"Mister Brandt will wake up soon," the doctor seemed to be confused upon seeing only one person sitting there instead of three. However, he decided not to comment on it. "You can come in and sit with him until he does".

Jane nodded. Whatever the truth is, Brandt will tell me when he wakes up. She rubbed her eyes violently in an attempt to focus on staying away from her recent conclusions. She really hated reflections.

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Kirk found it quite relieving that there weren't many Klingons left on their small ship. Upon making sure that his security officers had everything under control, he proceeded to search through the captain's possessions, accompanied by Spock. They needed to figure out who that blond man was, what was it that these Klingons wanted from him and, on a different note, how they had gotten here in the first place.

His glance was caught by an unusual piece of technology in the middle of the room. He had never seen anything like this before. It seemed like some sort of a communication device. He kept studying it, hearing Spock work on one of the computers not far from him.

"Interesting," he heard the Vulcan mutter and hurried to his side.

"What is it, Spock?"

"Information about that man," the first officer replied. "There is not very much known about him. In fact, there is way too little. His name is Benjamin Dunn," there was a pause as Spock tried to search more about the mysterious person they had encountered. "I cannot find even the date of his death".

"Well, centuries have passed between this time and ours," the captain suggested. "Information gets lost. Maybe it's the case".

"Probably," Spock shrugged. "But there is information up until the 1990s. Attended Oxford University, and according to some of the records they have here, was one of the top students there. Then as it seems, he moved to the USA. And then he practically disappeared".

"What do you mean, disappeared?"

"The mentions of him in here are some of his acquaintances asking the others where he went. It looks like he just left them all without a clue".

Kirk took a pause, thinking hard.

"There must be a reason to disappear like that and live in secrecy," he finally mumbled.

"Most definitely".

"What was he hiding from? Or who was he hiding from? Some old enemies? Or maybe the law and local authorities?"

"Very likely".

Suddenly, something else caught the captain's eye. He made his way to the opposite side of the controls to see something yellow-ishly white. As he came closer he recognized the material as paper. The pages looked incredibly old and fragile. Motioning for Spock to join him, he gently took the object. There was something written on it. The writing was somewhat unsteady, as if it had been made by a child.

The captain and the first officer exchanged looks. Could it be a clue?...