Chapter 4
Tripp was waiting on a motorcycle outside of the building and then in the rearview mirror he spied the three women taking T'Pol out in handcuffs.
"Son-of-a-bitch!" He said out loud to himself.
He watched as they loaded her into the back of black government hovercraft. The license plate read IS 5416. It drove off and headed down the street.
A few moments later, they were in a white room. T'Pol sat alone. Before the three women entered they watched via a monitor on closed circuit TV, not too long after that, the human, the klingon and the borg entered the room. The human female sat across from T'Pol. In her hand she had a small compact data disk, she slapped it on the table between them. T'Pol glanced over at the disk which clearly read:
T'Pol, planet Vulcan.
The red-haired human female started to speak in a precise mechanical, yet commanding tone towards her.
"We have had our eye on you for quite some time now, T'Pol."
She slipped the disk into the console next to her. On the screen was all of her information from the day she was born. T'Pol could not tell if the agent was looking at her or at the console through her dark sunglasses. The red-haired human female spoke again without any emotion in her voice.
"It seems that you have been living two lives. In one life you are T'Pol from the planet Vulcan and an employee at the Vulcan embassy. You have a social security number, you even pay your taxes, and you even take the land lady's pet targ to the clinic, when it falls ill."
The woman continued to scroll down the screen, still looking at T'Pol's personal and private information.
"The other life is lived in computers, where you are a known hacker and you are guilty of every computer crime against the Federation that we have a law for, including the unauthorized use of the D.M.V. system to remove a boot form your neighbor's hover car." The woman told her.
T'Pol felt like sinking into a deep pit of shit at that moment.
"One of these lives has a future. One of them does not."
The human female turned off the console and turned to her.
"I am going to be as forthcoming as I can be, T'Pol. You are here because we need your help."
She removed her sunglasses, her eyes were a very unnatural electric blue. T'Pol was transfixed as she continued to speak.
"We know that you have been contacted by a certain individual. A man who calls himself Archer. Whatever you think you know about this man is irrelevant to th fact that he is wanted for acts of terrorism on more planets than any other man in the galaxy. He is considered by many authorities to be the most dangerous man alive."
She leaned closer to T'Pol.
"My colleagues believe that I am wasting my time with you, but I believe you want to do the right thing. It is obvious that you are an intelligent woman T'Pol, and that you are interested in the future.
That is why I feel you are ready to put your past mistakes behind you and get on with your life."
T'Pol matched the human woman's stare, still not saying a word.
"We are willing to wipe the slate clean, to give you a fresh start and all we are asking in return is your cooperation in bringing a known terrorist to Federation justice."
T'Pol nodded to herself and finally she started to speak.
"Yes, that sounds quite logical. But I think I have a much better idea. How about if I give you the finger."
T'Pol flipped her off.
"And you can cram that data disk right up your Federation Secret Service ass."
The human woman with a heavy sigh put her sunglasses back on.
"You disappoint me, T'Pol."
She gave the woman a smirk.
"You haven't seen anything yet." T'Pol said with a hint of sarcasm.
The woman sat back in her chair and folded her hands. She raised one eyebrow behind her dark sunglasses as she spoke again.
"The irony of the situation is that you have no choice."
By this point T'Pol was started to get pissed off. She glared back at the agent.
"Listen, you can't scare me with this Nazi bullshit. I know my rights and I want my communique."
All the woman did was just smile and laugh slightly.
"And tell me, T'Pol, what good is a communique if you have no mouth to speak with?"
She seemed unnerved by the comment and she felt the muscles around her mouth tighten. The klingon and the borg also watched as they began to snicker at her predicament. She started to panic as her lips started to become soft and sticky and began to seal shut. It continued until her mouth no longer exsisted. She was wild with fear, she tried to lunged for the door but the other two alien women restrained her and slammed her onto the table with a hard thud. She struggled under their steel grip but she could not get loose
"You are going to help us, T'Pol, whether you want to, or not." The human woman told her in a menacing tone.
She nodded for her two alien counterparts to rip open her shirt, exposing her bra and her navel. She reached to her right side and opened a case. Out of it she took what looked to be a long fiberoptic wire tap. T'Pol struggled helplessly as the woman dangled the tap over her navel. As if by some sort of magic, the long tap came alive in her fingers and started to squirm. It had become very worm-like as it furrowed into her belly causing her unbearable pain that sear through her whole body. She bucked wildly under the two women who were holding her down but it was no use. She had hoped it would be nothing but a bad dream ...
T'Pol bolted upright in her bed in a cold sweat, she finally realized where she was. She was at home and safe in her bed. She looked at her stomach, she didn't see any damage. She put her hands to her mouth, it was still there. She let out a deep sigh of relief. She sat up and took several deep breaths, it was silent. Her bedside communicator went off, making her jump out of her skin. She hesitated for a few moments as it still went off. Finally she answered.
"This line is tapped, so I must be brief." It was the same man on the cell phone from the office.
"The agents ... " She started to say.
"They got to you first, but they've underestimated as to how important you really are. If they knew what I know, you would already be dead."
T'Pol felt sick to her stomach at that moment. The man continued talking to her.
"I don't know what you are thinking right now but I want you to understand that I will not give up on you until you have given up on me."
Her throat cracked, it was very dry.
"Do you still want to meet?" Asked the man.
"Yes ..." T'Pol answered him.
"Good. Take the train to downtown, get off at the end of the line. Archer out."
The link went dead. T"pol closed her eyes and hoped that she would not regret her decision. She got dressed and headed for the train going to downtown, she got off at the end of the line just as she was told to do. It was raining quite hard that night. For a few moments she is alone and then a sliver hover car pulled up next to her. She watched as the back door opened. A couple a dark figures rushed towards her, grabbed her and put her in the car, they covered her mouth in duct tape. In the darkness of the vehicle. She could hear a man's slight southern accent. It was the same voice she heard at the club the other night.
"We got her." He said.
She felt the tape being ripped off her mouth in a very fast and painful motion.
"What are you doing?" She asked the dark figures.
Tripp turned on the light. Finally she saw who her new captors were.
"I'm sorry T'Pol, but this has to be done for your protection as well as ours. I don't expect you really understand right now, but if you're not one of us, you're one of them." Tripp said.
She realized that a phaser rifle was pointed at her head.
"Is this really necessary?" She asked the gun man.
"You might be bugged." Tripp told her.
T'Pol's eyes got wide.
"Bugged?"
"We can't take you to Archer until we de-bug you."
"I don't understand?" Why in the hell would I be bugged?"
"Travis, Malcolm. Hold her down."
T'Pol watched as Tripp took out what looked like a medium sized vacuum cleaner.
"What the hell is that thing?" She asked him nervously.
"Just hold still." He told her calmly.
He held it to her navel and something moved in her abdomen like a parasite.
"Oh my God!" She screamed.
"Almost there."
"You're gonna lose it!" Malcolm said.
"No, I'm not!" Tripp said.
"T'Pol was in shock as she looked down at her stomach, the parasite still moving inside of her.
"Gotcha!" Tripp said.
And with a swift, quick vacuuming suction, the worm-like probe was out of her. The window was rolled own quickly and the probe was thrown into the street with a clink as it hit the pavement.
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! THAT THING WAS REAL?"
T'Pol looked out the back and noticed the probe as the red light that activated it went out, rendering it useless. A few moments later they pulled up to a dark old building. T'Pol was escorted inside and guided up three flights of stairs. As they were walking up the stairs Tripp spoke to her.
"This is it." He said.
T'Pol could feel her heart pounding as Tripp continued to speak to her.
"Let me give you one piece of advice. Be honest. He knows more than you can possibly imagine."
They reached room 1701, they opened the door and as they stepped inside they were greeted by an attractive brown haired, caucasian man in his early fifties. He wore a long grey jacket with a tie and mirrored circular sunglasses. When he smiled and it lit up the room instantly.
"Ah at last." He said.
He rose from his chair and then he took T'Pol's hand and kissed it.
"Welcome T'Pol. As you no doubt have guessed, I am Archer."
