Hunt turned from the view screen to his Nietzschean tactical officer "Tyr, prepare a strategy for a possible attack."

"Might I inquire who you expect to attack us?" Tyr asked coolly.

"I'm not sure yet so let's just start with Voyager for now." Hunt instructed.

"You are at least not letting your friendship with Captain Janeway cloud your judgment." Try remarked before returning his attention to his console.

"Beka how are you and Rommie coming along with the repairs?"

Valentine paused from her work long enough to answer, "All I can say is it's coming along. I could really use Harper's help."

Hunt took a deep breath in frustration. "I know Beka but Harper's not here so just make do. Refer to Harper's Help Files if you have to."

The blonde executive officer refrained from giving her captain a well-deserved reply and returned to her work. "Rommie, sometimes Dylan expects too much from all of us."

AI Rommie walked down the corridor to engineering and approached Valentine. "My ship self sent me to help you with my repairs."

Valentine looked up at android and handed her a piece of coil. "Fine, right now I'll take all the help I can get."

"Beka I know you're upset with Dylan but he doesn't expect any more of his crew than he does of himself," AI Rommie said as she crouched down next to the blonde.

Valentine glared at the avatar as she pulled off a panel. "Look Rommie I know the whole scenario. A captain pushes himself just as hard if not harder than he does his crew. But Dylan can't expect us to do the impossible. I can try to repair your ship self Rommie but I'm not an engineer."

"Dylan knows that, but he still needs to push his crew to get the job done," AI Rommie reasoned.

"Okay, point taken Rommie. Now help me solder these wires together," Valentine conceded.

Commander Chakotay was working alone in Engineering trying to track down the identity of the saboteur. He had come up with a plausible excuse to get rid of the few crewmembers on duty at this hour. Chakotay was looking over the results of his latest series of data and couldn't believe what he was reading. Reread the data before saving it on a disk. The Native American ejected the disc from its slot and headed for the door.

Captain Janeway heard the door chime sound in her ready room and put down her holo novel. "Enter."

Chakotay stepped into the ready room with the disk in hand. "Captain I believe I may have found a clue as to the identity of the saboteur. I took the liberty of coming straight here rather than calling you over the com out of concern for security."

Janeway took the disk and motioned for the Commander to have a seat. "Good thinking Commander."

The Native American took a breath before speaking. "I must admit I don't like going around behind the backs of the crew like his. Not all of them are saboteurs and they deserve better."

Janeway took a long sip of coffee before replying, "I don't like this secrecy either Commander but the saboteur has left us no choice. We have to assume that any member of this ship's crew could be the saboteur. Why don't you fill me in on what you've found so far?"

"Captain I found evidence that some of the user logs were altered. The saboteur did a good job of hiding the alterations, but not well enough."

"At least we're getting somewhere. I'm not surprised the saboteur was able to cover his or her tracks for this long," Janeway replied. "Our saboteur obviously knows what he or she is doing. The saboteur wanted us to find evidence of sabotage so Andromeda would be contacted, thus infecting Andromeda with a virus."

Chakotay leaned forward in his seat like a hunting dog waiting to be sent off on the hunt. "This doesn't seem like our ordinary run of the mill saboteur. I'll get to work on identifying exactly what was missing from the logs."

Janeway popped the disk into her console and studied the information. "That can wait until tomorrow. Get some sleep and start fresh in the morning."

"Aye Captain, I assume you still want me to keep my activities quiet?" Chakotay questioned.

Janeway started the disk before looking over at the commander. "Yes keep this between the two of us until I say otherwise. Is there anything else I should know about our saboteur Commander?"

Chakotay briefly flashed his captain a puzzled look before recovering. "No Captain. That CD has all of the information I found."

"Alright then I think it's time you got some sleep. You're scheduled for duty in a few hours," Janeway said, dismissing the commander.

As she studied the readout from the disc Janeway remained uneasy about taking her first officer into her confidence like this. She couldn't be positive that the commander wasn't the saboteur. Janeway had reluctantly concluded that she couldn't find the identity of the saboteur alone and keep all of the information to herself. She had to trust one of her crew members.

Harper's eyelids fluttered open and he blinked several times before his vision cleared. He saw Q2 sitting nearby and managed a smile. The teenager appeared to be lost in thought Harper hated to interrupt the kid's thoughts but needed to let people know Seamus Harper was among the living. "How long have I been out?"

Q2 quickly looked over at the engineer and returned the smile. "Too long. It's good to have you conscious. We were all worried you might not wake up."

"Hey you should know I'm too stubborn to kick the bucket that easily," Harper joked.

"How do you feel?" Q2 asked as he scooted closer to the engineer's side.

Harper tried to sit up and realized it was a bad idea as his body protested. "I feel like I've been hit by a truck. That Nietzschean really did a number on me. But I've been worse."

Q2 put his arms behind Harper's back and helped the engineer lay back down. "I'm sorry Harper. You shouldn't have agreed to come down here with me."

"Hey, it's okay Simon. It was my choice and I'm glad I made it," Harper replied, trying to comfort the teenager. "Hey, you know what I just realized?"

Q2 gave the Earther a confused look. "No what?"

"Today is day four of your sentence. You're more than halfway through," Harper informed cheerfully.

Q2 considered the information momentarily before a grin appeared on his face. "Hey you're right. I got so caught up in things I lost track of time. I hope the next three days are less eventful then these past four days have been."

"Amen to that kid," Irish's agreed from the doorway.

Q2 stood up and stretched his tired muscles. "I'm sorry if we woke you Irish."

Irish crouched down over Harper and looked the engineer over. "You didn't wake me. It looks like our famous patient is looking a bit livelier than before."

"Harper this is Irish, leader of the local gang. Irish this is Seamus Harper," Q2 began, remember his manners.

Harper was too sore to sit up or shake hands so he settled for nodding his head. "Glad to meet you Irish. So you're the 'we' Simon was talking about. I don't remember many mudfoot gangs being headed up by a woman."

Irish put a hand on Harper's forehead to check for a temperature. "I like to think I'm unique. It feels like you fever has come down some. Do you think you can handle what passes for broth around here?"

"I better pass on the broth right now. But thanks anyway," Harper answered. He knew the gang's food supplies had to be nearly exhausted and he wasn't about to take food from their mouths.

Irish was content to let Harper have his way. "Suit yourself then. It just means more for the rest of us."

Mike entered the room and handed a flexi to Irish. "We have a message from one of our people."

The message obviously wasn't a pleasant one as both Harper and Q2 saw Irish's jaw tense.

"Couldn't things go as planned just once?" the redhead asked to the ceiling.

"What's the problem Irish? Maybe I could help," Harper offered.

Irish looked at the engineer as the desperation in her eyes waned. "Maybe you can help at that if you're really as good as your reputation."

Harper looked at the redhead with confidence. "Sure I'm as good as my rep. I'm a genius and don't you forget it. Just tell me what the problem is."

"Some of my guys were caught by the Ubers. The guys are pretty high up and could give the Ubers some useful information," Irish informed as she handed Harper the flexi.

Harper read the names of the captured mudfoots written on the flexi and rubbed a hand through his spiky locks. "They're in a maximum security detention complex. It won't be easy to spring them."

"No it won't," Irish confessed. "But I'm betting a genius like you could figure out a way."

Harper handed the flexi back to the redhead and leaned his head back against his makeshift pillow of old clothes. "I'm not so sure we should attempt a rescue Irish. The Ubers are probably using your guys for bate to catch more of your gang. Even if I'm wrong about that we have to assume your men spilled everything to the Ubers. If you brought them back you wouldn't be able to know for sure that they weren't acting as double agents for the Ubers."

"So you're sayin' we shouldn't bother helping them? Have you forgotten that we don't leave a mudfoot behind?" Mike asked surprised by Harper's attitude.

Harper had the urge to get up and argue face to face with Mike but thought better of it. Harper knew he was in no condition to get up and move around yet. The engineer also understood Mike's attitude. "I remember that Mike but you have to admit I'm right."

Irish piped in to try to reason with her second in command. "He's right Mike. The Ubers will be expecting us to come and rescue Vinny, Chet and Bingo."

Mike glared at Harper and then Irish before storming out of the room. Irish moved to stopped Mike but the man shook off the redhead's attempt. Q2 followed Mike out of the room in an attempt to continue to reason with the mudfoot.

"I'm sorry Irish," Harper apologized. "I didn't mean to cause a rift between you two."

"Don't sweat it Harper. Mike's a good guy; he'll come around sooner or later."

"I've got plenty of time on my hands right now so maybe I can come up with a plan that'll work," Harper offered.

Irish shrugged her petite shoulders before handing Harper back the flexi. "Might as well. There's nothing to lose."

"Do you have any flexis with some schematics of the building where they're holding your guys?" Harper asked thoughtfully.

"I'm pretty sure we have something like that lying around here. I'll go see what I can come up with. In the meantime just relax here," the redhead suggested.