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By Agelshaxe

 

PROLOGUE

 

 

         The hovercraft slowed down smoothly and halted before the large building a few kilometres out of Los Angeles. Rear-Admiral Patrickson stepped out of the door followed by a brawny security guard. A young ensign stood at the front door of the building, his hands folded behind his back.

            « Rear-admiral. » the ensign had a strong British accent. « Admiral Nechayev has been waiting for you. »

            « I was delayed, there was an accident in town...took forever to get here. » Patrickson explained.

            The ensign nodded and gestured towards the entrance, the three officers entered the complex and then stepped into an elevator which brought them in less than five seconds to the highest floor. The doors of the lift opened and the ensign led Patrickson and his guard to Nechayev's office.

            « Here is her office, rear-admiral. » the ensign gave a small nod to the two officers and walked off. Patrickson ordered the guard to stand outside as he pressed the doorbell of the office. He heard a small voice say: « Come in. » beyond the door and he entered.

            « Ah...Not a moment to soon, rear-admiral. » the small woman stood at her desk, looking as positively negative as ever.

            « There was an accident in town. »

            « I see. » she said before gesturing to a chair opposite to her. « Please sit down. »

            « Thank you. » Patrickson sat down. «So, admiral...What is so important that it took me out of vacation? »

            « It's about Starfleet Intelligence business. » she said.

            Great... Patrickson thought, frowning.

            « Our Covert Operations Section is preparing to call on our newly created Team 1. » Nechayev explained.

            « Team 1? » Patrickson didn't hide his surprise. He knew about Team 1 as well as any member of Starfleet Intelligence. Team 1 was the elite force of Covert Operations, composed of nine or ten S:I agents. The new team had never met although they all knew that they were part of the team. They all lived out ordinary lives-in or out of Starfleet-but when they received a certain code on subspace they would all reunite in San Francisco and get to work.

            Nechayev nodded: « A situation has come up. One of our ships in the Bryson Nebula isn't responding. The USS-Watan. »

            « What's on board? »

            « A scientific team, working on viruses and bacteria... » Nechayev said. « Pretty dangerous stuff. »

            « Why do we need to send Team 1 on this particular mission? » he asked.

            « Some of the bugs on that ship are forbidden...If anyone found out that we were studying some of the most killer viruses in the galaxy we'd be in deep trouble. Even if a Starfleet ship found out. »

            « Okay. I understand. » he said. « You want me to send the code? »

            « As soon as you get back to S:I headquarters. More information is being sent to your terminal in San Francisco under encryption code 17A. Any questions ? »

            « No, everything's clear, admiral. » he stood up. « I'll be back in San Francisco in a short while. Then I'll make the call. »

            « Perfect. » she held out her hand and he shook it. « Good Luck, rear-admiral. »

            « Thank you, ma'am. »

 

 

            Two hours later, Patrickson entered his office in Starfleet Headquarters. He activated the lights and let himself fall heavily in his chair. His terminal screen rose from inside his desk and the Federation logo appeared on the screen.

            « Computer, activate Starfleet Intelligence access. »

            « Access code required to enter Starfleet Intelligence network. » said the feminine voice of the computer.

            « Access code : Patrickson Gamma Tango Eight Seven Beta. »

            « Access code recognize. » the computer said as the terminal entered the Starfleet Intelligence network.

            « Computer, log onto the Covert Operations section, access code Patrickson Theta Mu Sixteen. » the rear-admiral said, sounding very tired.

            « Logged on. » the computer said.

            « Access the Team 1 main network. »

            The Team 1 network was protected by a seventeen-digit code that Patrickson had needed to learn by heart when he entered Starfleet Intelligence. He remembered the agonizing hours he spent writing the code down hundreds of times until, finally, he knew it as well as he knew one plus one wasn't equal to six.

            When he entered the code he gave his voice authorization and was brought to the main network of Team 1. He opened the name list of the eight members of the new Team 1.

            Hmmm...he thought as he recognized some names. These guys are going to beat the heck out of anyone who dares endanger the Federation.

            He prepared the subspace coded message which would be sent to all the members of the team and double-checked it before sending it.

            Soon, the new team would meet.

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