The office doors opened smoothly, and light spilled in from the living room, Decker walked in rubbing his eyes.
He hit a switch on the desk and the incessant beeping was replaced with the image of a man in a parka with the hood pulled up over his head so you could hardly see his face.
"John, so good to speak to you again, we've almost broken through the permafrost." The figure on the screen blurted out.
"That's good, you got me up at three o-clock in the bloody morning to tell me that!" Decker mumbled still half asleep, pulling a cup of coffee from the replicator. "Did you know the Pluto defence platform took out another Borg scout yesterday?"
"What's that got to do with us?"
"They retrieved a synaptic node. The orders were to obtain information from the Atlantian colony."
"What do the Borg want info from an ancient earth civilisation?"
"The Atlantian's weren't from earth according to Borg Intel they were an ancient space-faring culture, with technology, to coin a popular phrase. 'The like of which you have never seen.' Earth is the only known location of an Atlantian colony."
"Oh God!"
"Exactly."
Mike stood in the tent on the Antarctic plane and the shiver that went down his spine had nothing to do with the cold wind. The Borg, they were already dead, or worse, they just didn't know it yet.
"What's up?" Adam asked walking up beside him.
"Put the word around that Starfleet will be sending in a security team in." Mike said.
"Why?" Adam asked, looking confused.
"Because they are." Mike snapped.
"Ok, ok, don't get stressed with me." Adam said, backing away.
"Sorry, it's just I got some bad news." Mike looked at the scuffed toes of his boots.
"When are the Starfleet troops coming in?" Adam asked changing the subject, Mike was grateful.
"Tomorrow. They don't want us opening it up without them here."