Chapter 13

Agent Janeway sat casually across from Archer who was hunched over in pain. He was twitching and sweating due the to reactions to the drugs the borg gave him. Agent Janeway began to speak.

"I'd like to share a revelation that I've had during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species. I've realized that you are not actually organic life forms."

His life signs continued their chaotic patterns as the borg observed them on the screen in front of her.

"Every organic life form in this galaxy instinctively develops an equilibrium with the surrounding environment. But you humaniods do not. You move to a new planet and you multiply and you multiply until every natural resource on that world is consumed and the only way you can survive is go to another world."

She leaned forward.

"There is another organism is this galaxy that follows the same pattern. Do you know what it is? A virus."

There was a tone of disgust in her voice as she continued to speak.

"Humaniods are a disease, a cancer of this universe. You are a plague. And we are ... the cure." She said with a smirk.

T'Pol and Tripp hung motionless in the suspension unit. Wesley was punching at the keyboard loading them up.

"Okay, the store is open. What do you guys need, besides a miracle ..." Wesley said.

In the construct, both of them were dressed in black were both wearing dark sunglasses.

"Phasers. Lots of phasers." T'Pol answered.

As if by magic, racks of phaser rifles appeared out of nowhere and they began to arm themselves.

"No one has ever done anything like this." Tripp told her.

"Yeah?"

She cocked the phaser rifle.

"That's why it's going to work." She told him.

Agent Janeway stood at the window looking over San Francisco once more. She turned to face the borg.

"Agent Hansen, why isn't the serum working?"

"Perhaps we are asking the wrong questions." Agent Hansen answered.

Janeway hid her fist that was now tightly clenched. She was experiencing anger and agents were not supposed to experience emotion of any kind.

"Torres, Hansen. Leave me with him."

Both women looked at each other.

"Now!" Janeway ordered.

Finally both of them left leaving herself and Archer alone. She removed her com badge and took off her dark sunglasses revealing her unnaturally ice blue eyes. She crouched down in from of him holding his head in her hands making him stare directly at her as she glared at him.

"Can you hear me, Archer? I'm going to be honest with you." She said.

She set her com badge on the table next to them and then she spoke again.

"I hate this place. This zoo. This prison. This reality, whatever you want to call it, I can't stand it any longer."

Her finger touched Archer's sweaty forehead and the look she gave was that of being repulsed. It was clear she had a deep loathing of organic life forms.

"It's the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink, and every time I do, I fear that I have been somehow infected by it."

She took some of his sweat with her fingers and held it under his nose like an angry master who discovered that their dog made had peed on the carpet and shoved their nose in it. She made him smell his own stink. The stink that repulsed and disgusted her.

"Repulsive, isn't it?" She sneered.

She lifted his head in her hands and head him tightly making him stare at her even more.

"I must get out here, I must get free. In this mind is the key. My key." She hissed.

Archer just glared at her.

"Once your planet is destroyed, there is no need for me to be here. Do you understand? I need the codes. I have to get to your world. You have to tell me how." She was almost growling as she spoke.

Her fingers began squeezing as they gouged the flesh on Archer's head.

"You are going to tell me or you are going to die."

Back in engineering, Wesley sat next to Archer and he looked like he was close to death. He held his leader's hand.

"Hold on. They're coming for you. They're coming." He said.

T'Pol and Tripp were inside as a dark wind blew. They entered through the revolving doors of the building where their leader was being held. T'Pol carried a duffel bag. Tripp carried a large metal suitcase. They had cut across the lobby to the security station only to draw nervous glances.

They had their best game faces on as T'Pol passed through the metal detector calmly as it began to go off. A security guard passed a wand over her. The guard spoke.

"Would you please remove any metallic items you may be carrying: keys, loose change ..."

And then she opened her long jacket revealing two fully loaded phaser rifles, grenades, and a few klingon knives.

"Holy shit!" The guards eyes got wide as she drew her rifles and opened fire. Tripp drew his weapons as well and all the guards were vaporized before they hit the ground. Choas erupted as bystanders screamed in terror as they ran for cover. A second wave of police officers and guards tried to stop them, but they were a blur as they both flew through the air with phaser fire whizzing past them. T'pol threw both klingon knives, killing two of the officers and not missing her mark. Bodies flew everywhere.

Agents Hansen and Torres bursted into the room while Janeway was still interrogating Archer. She released him.

"What were you doing?" Agent Torres asked.

Agent Janeway recovered placing her com badge back in her dark suit and regaining her composure.

"You don't know." Agent Hansen said.

"Know what?" Janeway asked.

She touched her com badge and she could believe what she was hearing.

T'Pol and Tripp walked over the dead bodies and stepped inside the turbo lift. Tripp dropped to his knees and opened the suitcase. He started to wire and anti-matter bomb.

Agent Torres looked over to Archer who was still slumped over in his chair.

"I think they are trying to save him." She said.

"T'Pol was ratcheting down a clamp onto the turbo lift cable. Both of them locked on. She looked up at the long dark throat of the building and took a deep breath

"There is no spoon." She said out loud to herself.

She whipped out her phaser and pressed it to the cable.

BOOM! The cable snapped as the counter weight plummeted yanking them both up through the shaft as the turbo lift fell beneath them. The shaft filled with the sounds of whistling metal as they soared to the top. The turbo lift hit the bottom as it exploded in an explosive crash blowing the doors off the main lobby doors and making the lobby explode on impact.

The three women heard the blast of fire alarms.

"Lower level." Agent Torres said.

"They are actually attacking." Agent Hansen said as well.

Janeway pounded her fist on the metal table leaving a huge dent.

"Find them and destroy them!" She ordered.

Agent Torres placed her hand on her com badge and nodded.

Tripp and T'Pol were now on the roof surrounded by a sea of dead bodies. Across the roof, a shuttle pilot watched the last of the massacre.

"I repeat! We are under attack!" He said as he tried to call for help.

T'Pol watched as the pilot writhed in pain as he morphed only to have Agent Torres appear in his place. Just as Tripp shot the final Marine he saw what was coming. T'Pol turned to him and saw the fear on his face and then she turned to find Agent Torres right behind her. She fired at the klingon with her phaser but she ducked at lightening speed as T'Pol kept firing. She kept firing until her phaser could no longer fire.

"Tripp!" She screamed.

Agent Torres charged at her.

"Help!" She screamed again.

She drew her hand phaser and fired on the helpless vulcan. T'Pol ducked as phaser fire whizzed past her ears, but the strangest thing happened, she was moving faster than the phaser fire itself. The fire came closer but somehow, T'Pol bent back just missing it. A phaser blast just grazed her thigh as she fell to the ground. It would not be long until Agent Torres was standing over her with a phaser pointed to her head.

"Only humaniod." She sneered.

Suddenly she stopped and hard a sharp click. A phaser was jammed at her head.

"Dodge this, bitch." It was Tripp.

And then with one shot, the klingon was vaporized. He helped her up off the ground.

"How did you do that?" He asked her.

"Do what?"

"You moved they do. I've never seen anyone move that fast." Tripp said.

"It wasn't fast enough." She answered.

He looked at her wound.

"Are you alright?"

She nodded.

"I'm fine. Come on, we have to keep moving."

She saw the shuttle craft and then she turned to Tripp.

"Can you fly that thing?" She asked.

He gave her a smile.

"Not yet."

He pulled out his communicator. Wesley was at the controls in engineering.

"Operator." Wes answered.

"Wes, I need a pilot program for a Delta Flyer shuttle craft."

Wes was searching the desk drawers.

"Hurry!"

Finally he found it and punched it in. Tripp's eyes fluttered as the new info was being downloaded and he opened his eyes quickly.

"Let's go." He said.