Trip looked around the room, trying to find something to pry the door open with.
"Kah'Li?" he called out.
"Yes?"
He pointed over to the bed. "Could you get me one of the bedposts?"
Kah'Li walked over to the bed, and with a grunt, pulled off one of the bedposts. It was a hollow cylinder, about 60 centimetres long.
"How is this going to help?" she asked.
"Just watch." he replied.
That's exactly what she did. She sat attentively on the bed, watching as her father somehow made a makeshift crowbar out of the bedpost and the items in his medical kit.
"How did you do that?" she asked, clearly astounded.
"A trick of the trade." he replied, grinning at her. "Now get ready, once I get this door open, we're gonna have to get out quickly."
He pried the door open with a grunt, and braced it with his foot. He quickly popped his head into the corridor, looking for any guards. There was no one.
"Come on." he whispered to Kah'Li. She ducked under his arms, then he let go of the door. It swiftly slid shut.
Trip led his daughter through the corridors, avoiding any Cerassians. They had traveled through several when they heard people coming from both directions.
"In here!" Trip whispered, ducking into the nearest room.
It was dark inside, and it was hard for his eyes to adjust. The lights then turned on, and Trip was thankful.
"Thanks Kah'Li." he said to his daughter.
"It wasn't me." she replied, a look of fear coming over her features.
"No, it wasn't." interrupted a voice from deeper in the room. Trip looked over to see a humanoid bathed in shadow at the far corner of the room.
"It was me..." it said, stepping out from the darkness....