The day had been busy for all on SPD this fine day. �However, for K'Tael it was about
to get more interesting...
Tom just came walking into the office of the Chief Security Officer.
"Screw the pleasentries. �We need to talk, and now. �Got a secure place where there
are not any snoppy eyes or ears?" the human abruptly announced
upon entering.
The Klingon looked up from his work. �He was surprised to see Tom in his office. �The
human so rarely wanted to meet here, and considering some of
the things he was involved with, K'Tael knew why.
He tapped his console a few times. �"My office is now fully secure," he said simply
waiting to hear what Tom wanted to speak to him about.
"You have some trouble coming your way. �One of my bugs picked up a conversation in
the Bajoran Embassy regarding an embassy courier bringing a
severed humanoid hand onto the station. �Your Commanders Dais and Garibaldi were in
there inquiring about it. �When they left there was a big pow-wow and I got it
recorded. �You are about to have a diplomatic bomb blow up here. �I also hear that a
certain group is looking for the pee-on that you have on ice. �You know the guy that
was beatup pretty bad by the Bajoran torture freak that took a few years off of poor
O'Neil's life... �They are really beating the grass to find him."
K'Tael was not surprised to hear that Orin was being hunted down. �That was one of the
reasons he was being held on Mars under the watchful eye of his assistant. �He had to
warn her that they might be getting closer. �"Was their any indication that they might
know where he really is?"
"Not yet, but he is on Mars under tight guard by one of your top people. I was
able to find *that* much out. I would not expect them to be ignorant of that for too
much longer. I'd say that you have perhaps 36 hours at least, perhaps 48 - 72 hours
before they start to get wind of his location."
K'Tael knew the basics of the hand incident and that it was being taken care of by
Dais and Joe Garibaldi, but he was not sure how far along in the investigation they
had gotten. �"Do you have an idea who the hand might have belonged to when it was
still attached?"
"Off hand...." he said with a smile, happy to use a pun. �"... I would say maybe poor
O'Neil or perhaps another in the organization. �They did not say out right who it
belonged to, and I could not scan it for DNA... �I can say that it looked small,
diminutive. �Perhaps a young woman's hand..."
That response led to a few possibilities, the first of which could have been the woman
who had been pretending to be Selara D'amondra. "Do you know where they store the
hand? It sounds like they have not disposed of it yet."
"I doubt that they have ditched it yet, but anything is possible. They have not
spoken about it's storage place, but I suspect that it is a trophy of kind. I would
say somewhere in the embassy compound. That would be the safest place for it to be
from law enforcement."
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