An Anonymous Tip

Posted on Thu Dec 3, 2015 @ 3:57am by erie'Riov Rianni Monteros-t'Khellian

790 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Pangaea (Wrap up)
Location: Docking Bay/Diana's Arrow
Timeline: during The Morning After

Gregori Monteros couldn't believe what was going on. He'd been on DS5 for years now, brought an arm of his company here and had made himself available to the base for scientific and exploratory reasons every time he had been asked. Now, now he was sitting under guard outside of his ship like a common criminal and nobody would even tell him what the Hell was going on. It had been an hour already and he'd planned on being spaceborne before noon, add to that he'd not seen Rianni, ~I wonder if they've got her under guard, too?~

Finally he had had enough and turned to face the Third Class Petty Officer standing beside him with a phaser rifle at port arms, "I'll not stand for this any longer!" He began, "Either you tell me what in the Hell is going on here or you release me and my ship!" ~My God! Has Gabriel taken security over again or something?~ When the Petty Officer didn't reply quickly enough Gregori rose and got right into his face, "Now, I've asked you repeatedly what the problem here is and you've sat there with that ignorant expression on your face so I'm done asking. I demand to know what this is about!"

"Sir, you're really not in any position to make demands." Petty Officer Wylie replied, his tone professional though he really wanted to buttstroke the old man, ~Damned granddaughter's a traitor, he probably is, too. He gives me the slightest provocation and I'm shooting him.~ "Now, consider yourself lucky you're not in restraints, Sir, and keep quiet."

"I'll do no such thing!" Gregori hissed, this had gone from ridiculous to unbearable, "Not withstanding my record of service I'm a Federation citizen and have rights, rights which you are obligated to respect, Petty Officer. Now, unless you want that title to be temporary, you will answer my bloody questions!"

More than ever Wylie wanted to blast him in the mouth, but that less than subtle reminder that the old man was, in fact, I retired Commodore had definitely hit home. Travis Wylie was already a year behind of where he should've been in his career, and two years behind where he wanted to be, having planned on being a First Class at least by this point in time, hacking off an old Commodore and losing his stripes wasn't going to help. He looked around surreptitiously and whispered, "We're looking for a weapons shipment."

"Weapons?" Gregori replied, whispering as well to not alert anyone to his guard's revelations now that he was cooperative, "Where the Hell did that come from?"

"Chief Drake got an anonymous tip, Sir." Wylie shrugged, "Said you'd been smuggling weapons to Cardassian Separatists, gave us locations you passed by that are on our watch lists."

"What utter rubbish." Gregori snorted, then asked, "And what of my Granddaughter? What of Rianni? Is she under arrest as well?"

"No, Sir." Wylie shook his head, "Your Granddaughter's name never came up in any of this, just yours."

"Bloody bizarre." Gregori shook his head in disbelief, though he resolved to see to it that Petty Officer Wylie was rewarded greatly.

[6 Hours Later]

Chief Warrant Officer Sullivan Drake had never had his time wasted this badly in his entire thirty two years in Starfleet; nothing. Like, literally, nothing. The only weapons found were the integral weapons of this salvaged Miranda class vessel and lawful personal weapons registered to the owner, a retired Commodore Gregori Monteros, ~A retired Commodore who's probably ready to have me skinned. How the frack did this snitch get gold status?~ He wondered, referring to the color coded measure of informant reliability Security had used for years. Of course, the snitch in question hadn't given a tip in years, since before Sully had transferred in, as a matter of fact. Taking a deep breath and smoothing out his uniform, he walked down the ramp to the fuming Commodore, "Commodore Monteros, Chief Warrant Officer Drake, Sir." He introduced himself, "I want to apologize for the inconvenience, seems someone sold us a bill of goods....."

"That you readily bought." Gregori scoffed, this fool in front of him had no business in security, let alone that highly ranked.

"Commodore, this informant had gold status." Drake shrugged, nothing else he could really do at this point, ~Except maybe hope he lets me retire at rank....~

"Really?" Gregori asked, his eyebrow raised. Gold status meant whoever this informant was had at least twenty five successful tips, he'd been working for them a while. He'd been working for them a while and had a grudge of some sort against him. A few suspects crossed his mind, though he couldn't be sure yet, ~But I will soon enough.~

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