07-21-2011, 03:17 AM
Bob Moreton served as lower level security officer at Cryer, as such, he went relatively unnoticed as he made for the personnel data centre. Ruthlessly ambitious: Bob had agreed to betray one of his corporate superiors, in order to get noticed by the board and elevate his status.
Little did he know of how his actions would indeed attract the boards attention, with dire consequences.
The stolen passcard was still valid, he thanked his lucky stars as visions of life of excess filled his mind. Quick as he could he grabbed the data and did what he could to sweep his path. One more task and his money worries would be over.
'Well, it's obviously worth it Tamsin, you look great! Anyway, I got this ball-ache assignment coming up for an escort job: one of the higher-ups families from A to B; but you know me, butter-fingers here lost the Brief, I don't suppose you would be a total Doll and get me a copy of the itinerary could you?' he slid an illuminated pad across the desk. Before she had a chance to answer, Bob produced the box from his pocket. 'Oh! I almost forgot, I got you these: should go nicely with that fabulous new hair-do.' he opened the box to reveal a pair of iridium diamond-earrings, cut by one of libertys top jewellers.
'What? O Yeah honey, you just hand me your pad there...' she placed the pad on the desk, and fluttered her fingers over her keypad in a matter of seconds. 'Oh! You aren't listed as Primary on this one Bob: It says Worthington is the registered officer on this one.'
'Yeah that's right but I'm flying under him, he's laid up at the moment: got banged up in thirty seven apparently; so he sent me to you. Guess they aren't as good at their jobs as you, down at his end.' He smiled, hoping his jibe at the other employees would give his excuse enough credence to float.
'Ah, alright then...there you go Bob, now, is there anything else I can do for you?' She hinted as she handed the pad back to him.
Julian did his best to maintain a calm demeanour as he walked, stiff-backed through the warren of corridors to lab six. Sweating profusely, he smiled nervously at the medical staff he passed. His thoughts reeled with disbelief as he tried to imagine how this had happened. He known that the ship would have a good escort, so what could have gone wrong?
Julian shook his head and focused once more on the data-terminal. With resignation he continued to take image recordings of the data on screen.
'He's awfully jittery huh?'
'yeah, he looks like he just had an enema.'
'His file access checks out Miss: it's all within his clearance. O wait, we got one request for something above his clearance ' you want me to flag this?'
'No, it's alright, let's see what mister Bashir is up to...keep your eye on him.'
Little did he know of how his actions would indeed attract the boards attention, with dire consequences.
Earlier in the day, he had bumped into Doctor Bashir on Planet Curacao: it had almost been too easy, waiting for the crowd and sneaking the pass-card from the inebriated doctor. Bob was smug with satisfaction as he imagined himself sky-rocketing through the ranks, surpassing all others through his own discerning use of guile.
Arriving at the complex maze of supercomputers, cables and conduits Bob tried to look inconspicuous as he looked for a secluded spot amidst the gently humming labyrinth. He began access via terminal.The stolen passcard was still valid, he thanked his lucky stars as visions of life of excess filled his mind. Quick as he could he grabbed the data and did what he could to sweep his path. One more task and his money worries would be over.
***
Bob Moreton couldn't believe his luck. He'd reported to the big wigs about his 'Heroic' cardamine shipment interception, and already things had improved. With a suite already booked for the Hawaii, he strode through the hallways confidently and very sure of his own genius. Making his way to Tamsin in personnel, he tapped at his pocket in mirth, reassuring himself that the gift to the materialistic secretary would make him a shoe in. He arrived at the desk 'Evenin Tamsin, you're lookin' a picture today. Did you get your hair done?'
The woman busy tapping at a screen distractedly replied 'Hello welcome to '¦ O hey Bob: Yeah, you like? Only a million, by Freida. It's all the rage on Baden-Baden this summer!' 'Well, it's obviously worth it Tamsin, you look great! Anyway, I got this ball-ache assignment coming up for an escort job: one of the higher-ups families from A to B; but you know me, butter-fingers here lost the Brief, I don't suppose you would be a total Doll and get me a copy of the itinerary could you?' he slid an illuminated pad across the desk. Before she had a chance to answer, Bob produced the box from his pocket. 'Oh! I almost forgot, I got you these: should go nicely with that fabulous new hair-do.' he opened the box to reveal a pair of iridium diamond-earrings, cut by one of libertys top jewellers.
'Oh! Those are just darling! Thank you Bob, you're so sweet.' She lifted the earrings to her ears, posing in front of the screen reflection in vanity.
'So, can you help me out Tamsin?''What? O Yeah honey, you just hand me your pad there...' she placed the pad on the desk, and fluttered her fingers over her keypad in a matter of seconds. 'Oh! You aren't listed as Primary on this one Bob: It says Worthington is the registered officer on this one.'
'Yeah that's right but I'm flying under him, he's laid up at the moment: got banged up in thirty seven apparently; so he sent me to you. Guess they aren't as good at their jobs as you, down at his end.' He smiled, hoping his jibe at the other employees would give his excuse enough credence to float.
'Ah, alright then...there you go Bob, now, is there anything else I can do for you?' She hinted as she handed the pad back to him.
Bob smiled, tempted to push his good fortune 'Well, that's all the work I need, but you can meet me for dinner' he noted her immediate disinterest '...perhaps....Dorsia?'
Tamsin immediately turned back and fluttered her eyelids with practised ease 'Oh! Dorsia! Really? You can get reservations? Well aren't you full of surprises Bob! Of course I'll have to buy something to wear...'
'Well, I got your line, I'll give you call.' he interrupted her excited musings as he made his exit.
***Tamsin immediately turned back and fluttered her eyelids with practised ease 'Oh! Dorsia! Really? You can get reservations? Well aren't you full of surprises Bob! Of course I'll have to buy something to wear...'
'Well, I got your line, I'll give you call.' he interrupted her excited musings as he made his exit.
Julian did his best to maintain a calm demeanour as he walked, stiff-backed through the warren of corridors to lab six. Sweating profusely, he smiled nervously at the medical staff he passed. His thoughts reeled with disbelief as he tried to imagine how this had happened. He known that the ship would have a good escort, so what could have gone wrong?
They must have been many, career criminals...
Did this distorted figure know Jennifer would be travelling? If so: how?
There had to have been a leak, he was sure of it. Probably some other poor sap whose family were under threat too...Whoever it was: they were stupid enough to betray the board, which mean they would probably be dead or worse soon.
Why did this 'Scene' want medical information about subjects reproductive systems?
The figure had a re-breather, so they were probably Maltese or working for them. They couldn't possibly hope to cure this defect, could they?
Oh god, what are they doing to little jennifer?!
He breathed a sigh of relief as he entered the empty terminal room, glad that no one would see his selfish theft. Acutely aware of the cameras that he assumed present, Julian had commissioned a slightly modified data-pad which contained a recording lens at the rear. He moved to the terminal, holding the data pad at chest height, initiated recording, and began flicking through those records that would interest the kidnappers as he feigned normality. Did this distorted figure know Jennifer would be travelling? If so: how?
There had to have been a leak, he was sure of it. Probably some other poor sap whose family were under threat too...Whoever it was: they were stupid enough to betray the board, which mean they would probably be dead or worse soon.
Why did this 'Scene' want medical information about subjects reproductive systems?
The figure had a re-breather, so they were probably Maltese or working for them. They couldn't possibly hope to cure this defect, could they?
Oh god, what are they doing to little jennifer?!
Julian knew a moment of panic, and took a moment to physically restrain himself, as he realised a portion of his studies had been allocated a higher security clearance. He tried the old codes before checking again with the system to see if his clearance was out of date. His face went slack and sickly pale as he realised that the only way he could access that portion of the pertinent data, was to request a higher security clearance (which he was shocked to realise existed) or find someone within the corporation to hack it for him.
He paced before the terminal, desperately trying to think of who could help him without raising suspicion, all the while thoughts of his daughter being tortured assailed his minds eye. Malcolm would probably shout out defiance in impotence as he wrestled with his restraints whilst poor Jennifers pristine flesh was seared and cut. The possibilities were too horrible to imagine. Julian shook his head and focused once more on the data-terminal. With resignation he continued to take image recordings of the data on screen.
Sometime later, Julian quickly paced to his office nodding to his secretary as he passed 'no calls' he uttered as he entered the dim room. After dumping the contents of his medical journals to a portable, he quickly grabbed the handful of pads from his desk and strode back to the Hangar 'I'm going out for a bit, clear my schedule please Brandi'.
***
Unseen by Julian, in a security office two people observed his activities: focused on the one screen of many that spanned the wall. 'He's awfully jittery huh?'
'yeah, he looks like he just had an enema.'
'His file access checks out Miss: it's all within his clearance. O wait, we got one request for something above his clearance ' you want me to flag this?'
'No, it's alright, let's see what mister Bashir is up to...keep your eye on him.'