"What Do You Do When You Have Nowhere To Run and Nowhere To Hide?"
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Stardate: 61014.2200
The taste of blood filled her mouth, yet the Shillian
woman could not take a moment to wipe her lips clean
of the fluid that had trickled down from her injured
eyebrow crawl over her cheek and eventually cross her
lips. To stop, even for a minuscule instant in time
to remove the taste from her lips might have meant
that the Chief Science Officer of the USS ANUBIS would
not be able to keep up with the torrid pace of the
Intelligence Operative who had taken the lead. Even
the act of glancing over her shoulder for the briefest
of moments to insure that Ensign Stormwind had still
been there behind them might have been more than the
scientist could afford thanks to the super-human
agility and speed demonstrated by the Level-5 Field
Operative.
The last hour or so had been spent running through the
back-road alleys of the IRRAJ market place, a side of
the bustling city that only the most hardened of
locals were previewed to, and as far as the Shillian
woman had been concerned it could have stayed that
way. The stench which permeated from the walls had
been almost enough to cause the scientist to faint,
but of course that had not been an option for her or
the other members of the running team because the act
of stopping, even for a few seconds, would surely
spell their demise. The Intelligence Liaison
Operative Officer had not given anyone any clues as to
their pursuer other than it had been best for them to
run and not look back.
As the Shillian woman rounded yet another corner, the
Chief Science Officer was reminded of one of the many
training exercises she had taken part in during her
time at the Academy. The obstacle courses had been
designed to test the endurance and adaptability of the
runners yet as the Shillian jumped over several dozen
fallen crates and dodged under metallic overhangs the
undercover Federation Officer thought that the
instructor who had been in charge at the time could
have learned a few tricks from this world.
With each turn down another shadow filled alley the
task of keeping up with the Intel operative had grown
increasingly more difficult but the Shillian could
tell that Enaii had been holding back. Had the
Level-5 Operative truly wanted to lose those following
they would have been left wondering which way to go
within seconds after the start of their mad run.
There had been no doubts in the mind of the Shillian
scientist that the only reason why she had still been
able to see some trace of the Operative had been
because Enaii had wished it so. At least that had
been up until the scientist rounded the last corner
and came face to face with nothing but a solid wall
blocking her path.
"Enaii?" the Shillian every so quietly whispered out
of fear that she had somehow taken a wrong turn, the
mounting concerns in the voice of the Chief Science
Officer quickly having sent her breathing to break out
in short rapid bursts. The sound of footsteps closing
in on her location made the scientist pivot to face
the approaching threat, but her hilarity at the sight
of the Flight Control Officer had quickly been
replaced by terror as she saw the inevitable
conclusion of how this would end.
In a collision that could have been described by most
scientist as the impact of an absolute force against
an immovable object, the half Vulcan hybrid and
Shillian woman found themselves flat on the hard rocky
ground. Before either one of them could utter the
slightest sound, the ground beneath them gave way and
the two officers plummeted down into the foul stench
of the sewers. There a hand found their lips with
lightning fast reflexes and stopped them from saying
anything as all eyes moved to see the stone being
moved back into place overhead. How Enaii had managed
to keep both officers quiet with her hands while at
the same time bring the heavy stone back to where it
had been would remain a mystery lost in the shadows of
the sewers, but to tell the truth the Shillian
scientist at not cared at that exact moment.
Each held fast their breaths as the stillness of the
sewers was ever so gently replaced by the sound of
heavy footsteps on the rocks on overhead. Whoever or
whatever had followed them had caught up and now the
moment of truth had been at hand. Would they continue
on with their search or would they figure out what the
three officers had done and where they now laid in
waiting?
The Shillian feared for a moment that the loudness of
her beating heart would be enough to give away their
position but the hold that the Intelligence Operative
had on her face had simply been too strong to permit
any sort of movement. All that the Shillian woman
could do was to lay in the vile muck she and the
Flight Control Officer had been dragged into and wait
to see what would happen next.
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"To see the world in a grain of sand, 2006 post #196
Setting: IRRAJ, Some dark alleyway between two stores
Jessica Solarik { maya_992003@yahoo.com }
Lieutenant Commander Maya
Chief Science Officer
USS ANUBIS
and a heaven in a wild flower.
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
and eternity in an hour."
- William Blake (British, 1757-1827)
