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A New Alliance	By : Kehlan Category: M through R > Predator Views: 2899 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Predator movie series, nor do I own Star Trek, nor any of the characters from either of them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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With the Weyland Yutani systems wide open and at her disposal, Marie quickly but carefully downloaded a search programme into the system. If it worked the way she had been told it would provide access to encrypted files while remaining completely undetectable to the system. The logo of Starfleet Intelligence appeared on the screen along with a single word. “Password.”
The agent sighed. Layers upon layers of protection and encrypted algorithms all ensuring that no-one without the correct levels of authorisation was able to get into Starfleet programming files. She understood the need but still, it was a pain at times. Carefully she typed in her Starfleet Security passcode and hit enter. After an agonisingly long wait words appeared on the screen. “Password accepted. Enter search parameters.”
With a sigh of relief, she began to type in several key words. Yautja. Xenomorph, Predator… and after a moment of thought, she added Endeavour, Admiral Moore and Jonathan Price to the list. All she could do now was wait while the search programme did its job. It seemed to take forever, stalling several times as it made its way through the highly encrypted Weyland Yutani database. Slowly, lists of files began to appear on screen.
The young woman did not bother to open or examine any of the files. There was no time for that. The priority was to get as much of this information across to her superiors as she could and leave the data analysis to them. Carefully she began to download the file onto the data chip. Slowly painfully slowly, the progress bar crawled across the screen. Zero percent… ten… twenty… fifty… eighty…
An alarm sounded somewhere in the building and the screen froze at eighty two percent. New words flashed up on the screen. “Access denied.”
Marie muttered something rude under her breath. It might be coincidence and nothing to do with her, but she doubted it. Obviously the search-bot was not as undetectable as she had been promised. It was time to get out of the system and out of the building before she was caught. About to shut down the computer and leave, she stopped. If she left now, there might never be another chance to get this data. No, she decided, she’d take the risk and continue.
Muttering a prayer to whichever god was in charge of espionage - and at the same time noting that if such a god existed, his or her name remained unknown, something that was both ironic and appropriate - she typed in an over-ride code. Holding her breath, she waited as the progress bar began to move again. Eighty five percent… ninety… ninety nine... Her heart almost stopped as the screen froze again. “Come on,” she begged it, “please, don’t stop now.”
The screen flickered and the countdown resumed. One hundred percent. Sighing with relief, she removed the chip and activated the transmitter, sending all the gathered data across to Starfleet Intelligence. She’d been productive and there was a lot of information. Seconds ticked by and she cursed again. This was taking far too long. She could hear footsteps now – heavy booted feet approaching her position. Time was running out. Just in time, the transmission indicator reached one hundred percent. Hands flying across the controls, she activated the cover programme – a nice little virus that had been downloaded along with the search-bot. It would wipe out any trace of her presence in the system and direct their attention in completely the wrong direction. She hoped. Only one last thing to do… her cover was blown, there was nothing more she could achieve here. Hoping against hope that someone was monitoring her transmission and would act on it, she sent an urgent request for emergency beam-out. The footsteps were at the door now... they were stopping... the handle was turning…
Satisfied that she had done all she could, she dropped the chip on the floor and crushed it under the heel of her shoe before sitting down in her chair and waiting.
Two uniformed men stepped into the room. They were big and strong, typical security guards. Marie had walked past both of them every night on her way home. The one on the right was usually friendly; he’d always offered her a smile and a friendly ‘goodnight’ as she left the building. The other one was more miserable and would barely even grunt acknowledgement let alone actually speak.
Apparently calm but her heart racing in a combination of fear and anticipation, she looked up at the security officers in a show of mild surprise. “Is there a problem? Mr Weyland said it was okay for me to stay after hours.”
The two men levelled their weapons at her. “Step away from the computer and put your hands up. You are under arrest.”
Obediently the young woman rose to her feet and stepped out from behind the desk, her hands in the air. “I think I might have triggered that alarm,” she said in an attempt to disarm them and ease their suspicions. Maybe they didn’t know as much as they thought they did. “Mr Weyland asked me to deal with some reports, but I ended up in the wrong system.”
Doubt crossed their faces at the mention of their boss’s name. “If it’s a mistake then I’m sure it will be cleared up in the morning,” the friendlier one of the pair said, “For now Miss, you’re going to have to spend a night in the cells.”
“There’s no mistake,” the other man grunted, gesturing threateningly towards her with his weapon. “You’re in serious trouble. Now do as you are told and put your hands up.”
*****
There were so many questions that needed answering. Rhiana gave a tired sigh, stifling a yawn. She did not doubt that N’Sal was correct, that the man currently incarcerated in Endeavour’s brig was not who he claimed to be. The evidence tied in nicely with her own findings. But in that case, where was the real Jonathan Price? And who was the imposter?
She had spent most of the night going through Tal’Shiar records with a fine tooth comb, looking for the missing evidence. It was fairly obvious in retrospect that Price’s files had been tampered with. While the criminal record itself looked genuine, someone, probably a Starfleet agent, had altered several key details. They’d done a good job and at first glance the changes were not obvious. It had taken a detailed look at the underlying programming files to detect the alterations.
I can probably get more information,” Rhiana said thoughtfully, “The problem is, drawing attention to the tampering may expose one of Starfleet’s agents.” She left unspoken the thought that such action would not only set Starfleet’s intelligence agenda back by years where it pertained to the Romulans, it would get the agent killed. As a loyal Tal’Shiar officer, she should consider that a good thing but her allegiance was no longer solely to the Romulan Star Empire. Her superiors were aware of that of course and watched her carefully, but she was a public symbol of the cooperation between the Empire and the Federation. Provided she did nothing to compromise the security and well-being of the Empire, they were content to allow her to continue in that role.
N’Sal considered that. Getting an agent deep enough inside the Tal’Shiar to not only observe but to make changes to their data files was not an easy thing to achieve and she was all too aware of what her colleague had not said. “I think we should wait,” she said reluctantly. “Let’s wait and see what else we get back first. We haven’t heard back from Starfleet yet, they may have some answers for us.” Then, as something occurred to her, “Rhiana, just a thought but… was there a photographic image with that file?”
The blond Romulan frowned, “Why do you ask?”
“Well… I’m thinking, we don’t actually know if it’s a Starfleet agent who altered the file,” N’Sal said, “If there is a picture of the real Price, its Starfleet. If the image shows the imposter we know it’s someone else… maybe someone working for Weyland Yutani.”
“Unless,” Rhiana responded, “Someone in Starfleet is working for Weyland Yutani. It’s entirely possible that Admiral Moore is not the only traitor.”
N’Sal sighed. “More complications. Sometimes I really wonder why I took this job. Life was much simpler as a Mercenary.”
Rhiana could not disagree with that sentiment. “The file was text only,” she said, answering the earlier question. “There should be an image somewhere in the records. I will see what I can find.”
The internal comm. system crackled open. The voice was that of Lieutenant Baker. “Commanders,” she said crisply, “I have Admiral Portway on a secure channel. She wants to talk to you both.”
Both Romulan women perked up at that news. Finally! With any luck the Starfleet Admiral would have some useful information for them.
“Thank you, Lieutenant Baker,” Rhiana said crisply, “Transfer her through to my office.”
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