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A New Alliance	By : Kehlan Category: M through R > Predator Views: 2899 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Watching the Captain depart, Price frantically considered his options. They were, he realised uncomfortably, extremely limited. He'd pinned his hopes on being returned to Earth to face court martial, but the captain had made it very clear that she was not going to allow that to happen. Even his threats had not swayed her... had in fact had the opposite effect. His treatment at the hands of the Klingons or the Romulans would be brutal… a quick death if he was lucky, if not… and he shivered at the thought, a life sentence to Rura Penthe. As for the Yautja, he did not want to even think about what they would do to him.
No, he realised, escape had just become his only option. It was something that had been on his mind for some time although he had hoped that the captain would see reason, obey her orders and return him to Starfleet – a scenario that was vastly preferable to taking his chances in space.
Price had heard the guards talking, he knew that the mission was over and that Endeavour was ready to return to Federation space. He had very little time to act – whatever that Klingon bitch was going to do to him, it would be soon. He very much doubted that they would find the micro-charges he had planted, they were too well hidden for that, but if they did…. He shivered, having no doubt whatsoever that she would keep her promise to kill him.
There were always at least two guards on duty, one usually stationed at the nearby security console, the second at the exit. Both were armed with phasers. If he could somehow get out of the cell, he could overpower the nearest one and get his weapon, he would have a good chance of escape. But first he had to get out of the cell.
*****
The message from Starfleet Intelligence had come through earlier that day, quietly piggybacking on a legitimate message from Admiral Portway to the captain. Lt Mark Griffiths read it several times, carefully considering the instructions enclosed and committing them to memory before deleting the message and erasing all traces of its existence. His superiors had ordered him to take action to ensure that the situation with Price was dealt with, making it very clear that they wanted him dead. Bringing the criminal back for trial was the worst possible scenario as far as they were concerned. Price was a serious threat, hence to be eliminated.
That had been this morning. Since receiving that message this morning, he'd been going about his daily duties but had spent a significant amount of time considering the possibilities and had finally come to the conclusion that the easiest option was for Price to be killed while attempting to escape. He had no sympathy whatsoever for Price and while killing was not something that gave him any pleasure, he had no qualms about doing so in the line of duty. That was his job. If Price’s death helped to secure the peace and prevent a major diplomatic incident, then that was okay by him.   Anger flooded through him as he thought of Miguel Cortez, his now dead senior officer and the other crew members who died when the cargo bay doors open. His Captain had no choice but to carry out her orders; to do otherwise would lay her open to court martial and the loss of her command. So it was up to him to take covert action.
He sighed, knowing that he was going to have to be very careful not to break his cover to achieve his goals. If Kehlan learned that he was an agent of Starfleet Intelligence she would see it as a betrayal and he truly did not want that. He’d been on board Endeavour for several years now and had developed a genuine respect for the captain and crew. However loyal he was to his ship and to Starfleet however, he had other responsibilities… to Starfleet Intelligence and the greater good of the Federation.
Working quickly but carefully he began to enter commands into the computer. If it went according to plan, then it would appear that the power outage to the brig force fields was caused by pre-set commands coming from Price himself, part of the safeguards the assassin claimed to have put in place.
Briefly he spared a thought for the duty guards. He had no doubt that, freed from his cell by the unexpected power down of the force field, Price would easily overpower them. He was confident however that they would come out of this with nothing more serious than a stinking headache from the after effects of phaser stun and a reprimand for carelessness. He shrugged. As their direct line manager he would find a way of making it up to the pair of them later.
Checking his work one last time, he input the final command that would set everything in motion and wipe all traces of his activities before shutting down the computer and heading for the bridge.
*****
As the power to the force-field dropped, Rossi moved forward cautiously, wondering what on earth had just happened. This didn’t feel right. A security guard himself - or at least, he thought bitterly, he had been until his disgrace… and a moment of hate flashed through him at the thought of the Yautja who had cost him everything – he knew the procedures well. The duty guards should have checked on him and issued a warning to stand back from the force field and remain within his cell.   He knew Reynolds pretty well, they’d played cards together in Ten Forward sometimes. The other one, Sakamura, he was not so familiar with, but he had a good reputation in the department. Not sure what to expect, he cautiously poked his head round the corner of his cell to see what was going on.
Sitting at the security console, Reynolds yawned tiredly as he glanced at the time. Just half an hour to go and he would be off duty. With O’Henry and Rossi removed from the duty roster, they were all pulling double shifts to compensate. Half an hour and he could head up to Ten Forward, grab a couple of drinks and something to eat and then go and catch some much needed sleep.
A flashing red light on the console and a loud beeping sound brought Reynolds crashing back to reality, his pleasant daydreams of cold beer and a bacon sandwich evaporating into nothingness. He looked up just in time to see the field flickering as it collapsed. Both prisoners were now free. He swore, immediately drawing his weapon. Ignoring Rossi, who he knew would cause no trouble and identifying Price as the immediate threat, he approached him , “Get back,” he ordered, “Stay in your cell.”
It was evident to the watching Rossi, that Price had no intention of complying with that order. The assassin stepped back in apparent obedience and as soon as he judged that Reynolds was in striking distance, he lunged at him. Rossi could do nothing to help his erstwhile colleague; he could only look on in horror as Price somehow got hold of Reynolds, twisting his arm and kicking at his knee at the same time. Reflexively Reynolds opened fire but the shot went wild, missing its target and leaving scorch marks on the security console.
There was a sudden, loud crack and Price shoved the body away from him, relieving him of his phaser as he fell.   Rossi’s horror and fear increased as he saw Reynolds lying motionless on the deck, his head and neck at an obscene angle. There was no possibility that the unfortunate guard was still alive.
Price glanced at the settings on the weapon. Frowning, he fiddled with the controls, increasing the power to a level that went way beyond mere stun. Callously, he kicked Reynolds’ body out of his way before opening fire on Sakamura.
Shocked by the sudden turn of events and the sheer speed with which Price had been able to raise the phaser and open fire, Sakamura dived for cover. He returned fire but Price was too quick for him and he missed. It had all happened so fast, there had been no time for him to react and come to the aid of his colleague. He never got a chance for a second shot. Something hit him in the chest. A phaser blast he realised. He expected pain but there was nothing, only the sensation of falling and the smell of burning fabric as the protective vest he wore under his uniform dissipated the worst of the blast. Vaguely his clouded senses detected the impact of another shot and then there was only darkness as unconsciousness claimed him.
Price stalked closer. He stood over Sakamura for a moment, a cold smile on his face as he fired on the unconscious guard, cold bloodedly ending his life.
Hardly daring to breathe, the Italian pressed himself back against the cell wall, silently muttering a prayer that Price would not notice him or remember his presence. He could not believe that Reynolds and Sakamura were dead. Surely, he thought, the sound of his heart would betray him. It was beating so fast and so loudly it felt like one of those Xenomorph chest-burster things he’d heard about was trying to break through his ribs. Trying his best to remain out of sight, all he had done was watch, all the time feeling ashamed for not daring to tackle Price and help his colleagues. At the same time he knew that if he tried, he would be killed without a second thought. At least if he survived, he rationalised, he could stand witness at Price’s trial and tell the world what had happened here.
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