Neeri-thanx-I'm glad you like it!

L.C. Brotherton-I plan to! This is gonna be much fun fun!

Got milk-Yeah, he's my fav character! It's so hard to be mean to him, he's just so cute!

AN: early here Dylan loses his temper, whether or not that's really a Dylan-like thing.

Chapter 2

Beka knocked on the machine shop door. "Harper?"

"He's not in there," Andromeda's hologram replied.

"Well, then where is he?" Beka asked, an eyebrow raised slightly.

The ship ran an overview of herself, "He…He's not here…he's not anywhere…" the hologram replied, somewhat baffled.

Beka ran into Command. "Dylan! Harper isn't on board! He's nowhere!" she yelled.

"WHAT!?" he said, astounded. "Andromeda, report!" he ordered.

"It's true, I can't find him, no Obs Deck, no Officers' Mess, no Machine Shops, not even in his quarters," the ship replied gravely.

"Are you telling me that my head engineer is MIA?!" Dylan roared.

"The last record I have is him walking into the Obs Deck, then privacy mode was installed everywhere," the screen replied.

Dylan cursed.

"I'm picking up slipstream activity," she reported suddenly.

"Follow them," Dylan growled.

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Moira chuckled to herself as she watched the Andromeda Ascendant jump into the 'stream. How stupid they were! As soon as she opened the portal, she's used the cloaking device that Osirus had given her. A move that Captain Hunt himself had used.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a low moan of pain. Harper, bound and lying on the floor, rolled over.

Bait.

She'd met Osirus back on Deirdre, during her mechanic/waitressing days. They'd fallen in love on the spot. The only problem was that he was a Nietzschean, the only way his family would recognize their union was if she delivered Dylan Hunt to them, by way of bait.

She'd left a trail of hints a kilometer wide, if only Hunt would actually use what's in that pretty-boy head of his and figure it out. Hopefully, he'd follow her right into the trap she'd laid…

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Beka pulled out of the 'stream. "Dylan, we need to stop. It's been four hours!" she stretched her arms.

"Captain!" the ship suddenly said. "Med Deck officer Moira Lee is MIA, as well as a slip fighter."

"Why didn't you tell us this earlier?" Dylan asked, massaging his temples. He needed to sleep, badly.

"I told you, Captain, privacy mode was engaged everywhere, I just now overrode the command. All records from 2200 hours to now have been deleted," the ship stated. Her eyes filled with pity at her crew's state.

Dylan's jaw dropped. "Are you telling me that between the time of Harper's disappearance and now are…are obsolete!" he asked furiously.

"Aye," the ship replied solemnly. She tried to look for more weaknesses in her lockdown, but whoever had done this was a porfessional.

Suddenly, Trance spoke up. "Moira received a butt-load of transmissions, maybe there's something useful in them?" she suggested.

Dylan didn't even have to speak before the messages were put on the screen before them.

"Who's that?" asked Beka, pointing to the dark haired man in front of them.

"Nietzschean, Drago-Kazov by the look of him," Rhade replied.

"Great, what's a special objective?" the captain asked.

"Senior Officer!" Trance said, suddenly figuring it out.

"How do you get that?" Rhade asked.

"The 'S' in special and the 'S' in senior; the 'O' in objective, the 'O' in-" she was cut off.

"-Officer." Dylan finished. "Look who got kidnapped-a senior officer, Harper."

"Dylan," Rommie said. "Harper got one message from a crew member before the privacy was engaged."

"Who?" he asked.

"I don't know," Rommie replied.

They listened to the message Moira had used to lure Harper away from his quarters.

"Trace her transmissions," the captain ordered.

It took less than a minute for Andromeda to do so. "They came from Deirdre Drift, no stops, no interuptions," she reported.

"How far away is it?" Rhade asked.

"About 13 hours-in the opposite direction," Rommie answered.

" Wonderful, we've been on a wild goose chase for three hours in the wrong direction," Dylan muttered to himself. "Ok, turn around."

"But what if that's what they expect us to do?" Beka asked.

"Whoever did this had the whole thing planned out, they wouldn't bother with reverse psychology, it's to obvious," Trance shrugged.

"That solves it, then. Beka turn us around," Dylan said.