The Curious Case of Amon Hraezla
Posted on Wed Dec 31st, 2014 @ 8:38am by Commander Jordan Gunning
Mission:
The Last Hope [Incomplete]
Location: Strategic Operations Office
Timeline: MD00: 2340hrs.
It had been quite a couple of days for Commander Jordan Gunning who sat in his office with his fingers pressed tightly into his temples. In that time he had seen more refugees turn up at the station, been given his own command and been promoted to First Officer of the station.
The office was dimly lit and the bottle of whisky on the desk caught what little light there was and cast an amber haze onto the wall. He took a sip from the crystal glass, a birthday gift from his brother and flicked the activation key on his desktop monitor.
There was one thing which had been playing on his mind since Marine Captain Drayel had been in his office that morning. Drayel didn't seem to entirely believe his own story.
Gunning clicked into a secure channel and the face of a Phoenician male appeared on the screen. "Good evening, Sherlock."
The Phoenician looked unconcerned by the misnomer as he studied the face of his contact. "I do wish you wouldn't call me that, Commander Gunning."
"Sorry," Gunning smirked into the screen, "you just remind me of a character from fic-"
"Sherlock Holmes, detective for hire. I know." The Phoenician cut him off as he reclined in his chair. "What can I do for you, Jordan? You know I can't get your product for another couple of months."
"Not that, I need some information." Gunning took stock of exactly what he needed from his contact. "I need you to get me some information on an inmate at the prison on Elba Two."
"Elba Two?" Sherlock replied, his eyes widening. "Yes, I'm aware of it."
Gunning wondered what the Phoenician had heard about the asylum- it was news to him, despite supposedly being a member of the 'intelligence community'. "I need records on an inmate- Amon Hraezla."
"Hraezla. Got it." Sherlock replied- he never offered much beyond that when he was given a task. It always helped when he was being paid well.
They never discussed payment, Gunning mused as the comm line was cut off. Money just always left his private account. It occurred to him that he should really give that some consideration.
[Some Time Later]
"Well, well, well. New office." Sherlock declared excitedly as the monitor in Gunning's new office activated of its own accord. "Oh, relax Jordan. I had that nice Petty Officer in Communications patch me through here. I got the information you needed though, and it's a tasty, tasty little number."
"What have you got?"
"Your boy- Amon Hraezla- is dead." Sherlock said matter-of-factly.
"I knew that."
"Oh, right." Sherlock said, fumbling around in a pile of PADDs trying to find the next stage of his information. "Did you know that he's not dead?"
Gunning, who had been unpacking a box, turned and stared blankly at the screen. "You just told me he was dead. Which is it?"
"Sorry, sorry. He's supposed to be dead but he's not actually dead." The Phoenician replied, blinking unnaturally. "I found a file. A very nice file- a very restricted file with some very intriguing information. There's a lot of general facts and figures in there too- I'll wire it to you but you'll want to know the other part."
Gunning wondered what could be more interesting than a man who was supposed to be dead not being dead.
There was twinkle in Sherlock's eye. "He was borg."
"Oh."
Commander Jordan Gunning
Executive Officer
"Sherlock"
Phoenician Information Trader
