Chapter Twelve: Infiltrate! Infiltrate!
"Designation! Designation!" screamed the Dalek at the entrance to the Dalek delegation's ship.
Dalek Caan remembered the shimmer he was wearing, and scratched out his disguise's call number.
"We are Da-lek Free Agent 147-B, sub-designation R-2-D-4! Requesting reassignment off-station following de-brief-ing!"
"Do not enter the vestibule! Due to length of time abroadddd, you will be scannnnned for ex-tra de-vices and miss-ing sooocks!"
"No time, Door Guard Dalek 6B-1! We have innnnformation concerning the disappearance of Ambassador Caan! There is a trai-tor on this shiiiip!"
The guard Dalek stopped whirring and humming; his casing grew still.
"We will allow you to en-ter. Do not go left to the deeeebriefing depot- go right through the scanning bayyyy!"
Dalek Caan signaled his understanding and moved up the ramp, then hovered into the Dalek ship, bypassing a few low rank Daleks and an officer Dalek, all of whom turned their heads toward him.
"Root Beer, Root Beer, Root Beer," he murmured inside his case, over his personal com unit as he sped along down the scanning bay to the right, a long row of red lights and laser guided death for any organics foolish enough to make it onto the ship.
Absently, he wondered if the Dalek at the door had seen him spray its hull with scannites, ensuring that whatever passed through that door now would signal back directly to his friends, beaming his discoveries to their waiting ears.