Imperial Intelligence Headquarters,
Qo'noS, 2392
"Yes, sir!" Coming to attention, Krang saluted his superior, and turning smartly on his heel, made his way towards the door.
Seated behind the large, ornate desk, covered with padds, paper documents, maps, and other paraphernalia that he considered necessary on a day-to-day basis, Lorgh hid a grin, counting down the seconds until realisation kicked in… three… two… one…
Bang on time, Krang came to a halt and turned back, a scowl on his face and hand on his weapon. "I do not work for Imperial Intelligence, and I do not answer to you."
Despite his iron discipline, Lorgh's lips twitched slightly. "No, you don't," he agreed, "but you'll do it anyway."
"I will," Krang conceded, both annoyed and amused by the situation in which he found himself. He'd been played again. Years of working for Meth, arguably one of the most dangerous and ruthless operations masters ever to grace the halls of Imperial Intelligence, had conditioned him to instant obedience. Lorgh, of course, was all too aware of this and ruthlessly took advantage of it. "But only because in this case, you are right. There are political implications that make this investigation more suited to FedKIN. Besides…" and he bared his teeth in a grin, "We have a better team than you do."
It was Lorgh's turn to scowl. "Well, if you'd stop poaching all my best officers…"
"Poaching?" Krang raised an eyebrow before saying innocently. "You sent them to me for training. I cannot be held responsible for their lack of desire to return home. We offer our staff a very good benefits package including decent wages, housing support, and a non-contributory pension scheme as per Federation regulations, not to mention a modern, purpose-built working environment with state-of-the-art equipment. If you cannot match that, the fault is yours, not mine." Resuming his journey, he walked out the door, leaving the operations master spluttering behind him.