Chapter 11: The Capitol Letter
Nothing happened in the Empire without them being aware of it. They were the real guardians of the privileges the Empire afforded. They were the ones that had kept the Maquis from consolidating a true fighting force. They were the ones who had silenced any potential threats. Starfleet? What were they beyond the pitiful face that was slapped upon victory. But, what did they care? Their wars were fought in the shadows, sometimes all the more important than the military conflicts.
But, then again, if they were in the open, they would not nearly have the same latitude to do their work. That's how Luther Sloan liked it. He and the Maquis Division of Starfleet worked in synchronicity. Interesting in his mind how the Maquis, that merry band of rebels had decided to take their name from one of Starfleet's most silent and ruthless Special Ops units. But, what did it matter to him. He had Lt. Paris in his pocket, where he should belong.
As soon as the invasion had commenced, Sloan had personally gone to investigate what had happened. What the current situation was. Not that it had been his idea. No, that was the man named H. Nothing else was known of H. Not even his face. No, just a letter. H was the Alpha and Omega of Section 31. He was the power that was.
Sloan strode through the streets of Bajor. For the most part, the Dominion had left the cities of Bajor pretty much intact. Oh, of course, there were now Jem'Hadar and not Imperial troops roaming the streets. But, as long as he didn't make eye contact and keep his head down, none would be the wiser.
He turned down an alleyway, and headed towards the back, near some garbage disposal units. And he noticed the shadow in the corner.
"Silence is Golden," he called out.
"But duct tape is silver."
He merely stared as the Maquis agent stood up and moved near him. Neither getting close enough to the others reach. There were times for trust. But those times were never in favor of those of their line of work.
"The Capital Letter sends greetings to the rest of the sentence," Sloan said, "And he want where the rest of the paragraph leads."
The Maquis agent shrugged. "William gets stuck at the market with money and decides to spend the time with his somber girlfriends."
Ah, Sloan smiled smugly, So talks were proceeding. Very good.
"Girlfriends are good?"
"Very agreeable. William even is getting in bed."
Admiral Ross had been getting good results with his talks.
"When will William be back from his girlfriends?"
"A few hours. He's sending off to Paris. See if the city can create fiery nights on the bridges. Until he can join the orgy."
Lt. Paris is being sent to commit sabotage until Ross can conclude negotiations and go back to keep them bottled in for the counterstrike.
"Does the Capitol Letter need to do anything?"
"Just keep the words flowing onto the page."
The Section needs to keep up their own activities.
"Any word on the Lost Boys?"
"Enjoying watching a G-rated movie with parents."
All the prisoners had been sent back to the Gamma Quadrant with strict supervision.
"Any chance they might watch 'The Great Escape'?"
"Not unless they enjoy 'the Terminator' series."
There was little chance of escaping. Any escape attempt would be met with deadly force.
Sloan nodded and turned on his heel and started walking back towards the alleyway.
"The Capitol Letter needs to keep an eye on the eraser," the agent said, "It's writing over key and important words after erasing them."
Sloan stopped and turned around. So, did these Dominion freaks think they could off replace members of the Imperial Government with what? Clones? Doppelgangers? Section 31 were good at their business. They'd keep an eye on things and prevent bad things from happening.
