Infiltration

[Spear]

The sirens will still blaring aboard the Strausberg as Jim Stewart considered his next move, the man he had just killed was a good 7 inches taller than him and built like a brick wall. This was a problem, he had intended to take his victim's uniform and ident to move more freely through the ship. He was going to have to find someone more suitable.
Jim quickly washed up and changed into one of the big rhienlanders spare shirts and rolled up the sleeves, at least he was not covered in blood any more but he wouldnt be able to move far dressed like this and with no identity.
Jim placed another small explosive trap on the cabin door as he left the blood spattered cabin and proceeded to the next one along, he knocked but there was no reply. The corridor was empty so he released the secret compartment on his LSF funded cybernetic arm and jabbed a few buttons. Holding his hand over the lock he heard a low buzz then a "click" and the door slid open.

The small, military neat cabin was empty, closing the door behind him went to the closet and found a uniform that would do. Quickly he changed into the Rhienlander uniform and continued his search of the room. There was a automatic pistol in the top drawer of the desk in the corner of the cabin which he concealed under his jacket. On the desk was a small personal computer that he now switched on, it was as expected protected by a password. He examined the computer and saw a port that would be suitable, he grasped his index finger and twisted as the top part of the finger came off at the knuckle. Now he placed his finger into the suitable socket on the computer and waited.

"Come on!" Jim muttered to himself, 20 second later the password prompt disapeared and he was in. Jim reattached his artificial finger to his artificial arm and began to search the computer.
This cabin belonged to a Oberleutnant Inge, Inge was recently posted to the Strausberg and his personal computer also held holgraphic pictures of the man. Stewart scanned the holo pics and opened up his arm compartment. Time for the nanobots to do their job, he could not afford to scream out like he did in Hasso's ship so he lay on Inge's bunk face down and bit down on the pillow as he started the nanobot process.
The pain was immense but Jim focused on not screaming and 30 seconds later, although it felt much longer, the nano reconstruction was complete. Jim got up and looked in the mirror as he wiped sweat running down his forehead. He looked at Inge's holo picture then back at the mirror.

Passable Jim thought, his hair was still his own but Oberleutnant Inge's hat should make up for that. LSF Agent Jim Stewart switched of the personal computer and straightened the room up, at first glance Inge should not notice he was here. He still lacked Inge's ident but that could not be helped. Jim left Inge's cabin and headed towards engineering feeling a little more secure with the weight of the pistol under his uniform.

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He was lost! The ships internal design was not at all like the intel he had recieved prior to the mission. One thing was for sure, he could not just keep wondering the massive warship indefinatley. Crewmen would salute him as they passed and he in turn was forced to stop and salute any superior ranked officer that he passed. Jim kept walking down the maze of corridors until he passed a set of doors that hissed open and a small group of crew came out of them. Jim looked in the door and saw it was the bar, he went in walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. Jim looked around the bar, it was busy with off duty ship personel enjoying their downtime.

"An explosion you say?" Jim turned and listened in on the nearest conversation.
"A huge explosion!" The man confirmed to his drinking companion "14 ships destroyed, 37 dead!"
Jim watched the pair, one was obviously a grease monkey, the other was a strikingly beutiful woman, a Leutnant.
"What of hanger operations?" The attractive Leutnant asked.
"Shut down" the man replied "Estimate 4 hours repair time, strange thing is another explosion happened after the first, 3 dead"
"What?" the woman looked shocked "How?"
"I dont know, the hanger was chaos"
The woman must have felt Jim eye's on her as her head turned and she looked right at him. Jim groaned to himself, that was stupid, he should have been more careful. The woman smiled at him and seemed to eye him up and down. Jim smiled back now as he understood, the female's companion also understood and politely excused himself. Jim watched as the young beutiful officer strolled over to him.

"Do I interest you Herr Oberleutnant?" The woman said to him with a smile as she gazed into his eyes. Jim had played this game before.

"I imagine you interest every red blooded man you have ever met Leutnant..."
"Leutnant Jutta, Alena Jutta sir" she filled in the blank.
"Jonatan Inge" Jim replied.
For the next half hour they chatted and flirted, the tension between them mounting, finally Jim knew he just could not afford the time, he would have to make his move soon. As the stunning Leutnant Jutta returned from the bar with a bottle of champagne he realised his move was being made for him.
"Care to join me Jonatan?" Alena raised one eyebrow and smiled at him and took him by the hand. She led him out of the bar towards an internal lift in the ship.

"Deck 7" she stated all the time they looked at each other. The lift arrived and she led him towards her cabin, they went inside and she pounced on him as soon as the cabin door closed. They kissed and made thier way to her bunk kissing all the way, as they crashed together on the bunk Alena let out a small yelp "Ouch!" Then she passed out.

Jim regretted this, she was so stunning but he did not have the time, all that mattered was the mission. Jim put the small autosyringe back in his pocket and went to the sink and poured a glass of water then threw it over Alena's face.

"Wake up!" He shook her "Wake up!"
Alena moaned and started to stir, the serum should be well in her system now, she would by completly suggestable.
She sat up and shook her head sleepily.
"How do you feel?" Jim asked.
"Fine" She relpied, although if she could see herself in this drugged state she would realise she was not fine.
"What is your name? Jim said.
"Alena Jutta" Alena anwsered.
"Where were you born? Jim continued.
"Stuttgart" Alena shook her head again as if trying to clear a fog in her brain.
"Who commands the Strausberg?" Jim pressed on.
"Oberst Karlmann" Jutta replied dutifully.
"Where is the communication centre onboard the Strausberg?" Jim asked.
"Deck 15, section 4" Alena responded.
Jim fished the autosyringe out of his pocket and readjusted the settings. "Sleep now Alena Jutta" he said gently and injected her in the arm. Alena slumped bak on the bed unconcious.
Jim looked at Alena and sighed, so stunning. He quickly readjusted the autosyringe again and injected himself with a stimulant dose, he then got up and left the cabin heading towards the communication centre.


To be continued...

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