Case File #1Y2 - 1021: Minke Whale Fishing
Part I
From: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Jan-20 1:01 am
To: ALL
As I was stretching my shoulders after spending the night typing up the
Dawson's Creek files, I found my attention wandering over to the lunch
room
donut container. AD Skinner had kindly topped it up on his way out,
perhaps
realizing that I had a lot of work to do. (I'm getting less spooked by
him now,
but I admit I still find him a bit scary. Maybe it's my ingenuous
down-under
attitude, but I do keep putting my foot in it around THE MAN.)
I had spell-checked half the file, (by the way, it's 77 pages long so
far...), and
had decided that the misspelling added to the charm anyway, when the fax
machine in our broom closet whirred into life.
Glancing over my shoulder to see if Morley Cigs was still in, (That
Morley works
at night a lot), I read the message.
It seems our friends in DC felt this may be of interest to us.
Here’s a copy of the first fax:
TELEX INTERCEPTED VIA SATELLITE OVER PACIFIC OCEAN
01/15/00 GMT 19:04
ALL SHIPS AT SEA. PLEASE GIVE ASSISTANCE. GREENPEACE VESSEL WINDSONG
IN DISTRESS. INTRUDERS BOARDING VESSEL STOP. MINKE WHALING BY
JAPANESE A COVER. POSSIB
MESSAGE SCRAMBLED AND DISCONNECTED AT THIS POINT.
My interest piqued, (after all, I had been on the Rainbow Warrior
partying with
my friends the night the French Secret Service put a bomb on it), I
looked up all I
could find on this vessel.
Apparently the Japanese are whaling Minke for "scientific
reasons". Greenpeace
has been staging protests since this began. The ship had a crew of mainly
Australian, Danish and New Zealand citizens. There were two US citizens
aboard, both from Hawaii.
At first I thought this wouldn't fall under our jurisdiction, but then
another
message arrived. This time in an unmarked envelope slipped under the
broom
closet door.
It read as follows:
You have received a fax, you may
not think this is important. Think again. The
Windsong was discovered floating at sea two days ago, the crew missing
and
presumed dead.
It was brought in by ocean going tug to the following location. *GPS
DAT encl*
The Windsong was not boarded by Japanese scientists. The Japanese vessel
Greenpeace intercepted was interested in another, covert, cargo.
I suggest you look for the surviving crew-members , there were two. And
the
ships log book is missing, possibly hidden on the Windsong.
A Friend.
I'm not sure, but this seems like a possible case for us. What would a
large
science vessel be doing with an on-board army?
Jadzia, can I formally submit this lead as a Y File?
signing off,
Kiwiphile :)
From: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Jan-20 1:16 am
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
This case sounds intriguing, Agent Kiwiphile. Since it doesn't involve
any creepy
perfect looking kids (yet, anyway) I wouldn't mind helping out in your
investigation, if you'd like. Pending approval from SAC Jadzia, of
course. Got any
theories yet?
From: PROXICOM
Jan-20 1:21 am
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Would it be one of the Y-files or not the case definitely worth
investigating.
I suggest renting vessel right and look it up ourselves what can we find
at that
particular location. I can only hope that it is not too late now. As a
special agent
working on Y-files you surely know it too well how good US army is in
erasing
proof immediately.
If other special agents joined us they could search for the survivors.
(supposing
they are still alive).
Thoughts? Suggestions?
Special agent Proxicom
From: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Jan-20 1:27 am
To: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Well, pending approval, I do have a few thoughts rattling around in my
head.
One is that we should get a look at that ship, and try to find the
log-book.
It's obvious that the ship that attacked the Windsong wasn't a science
vessel
harpooning Minke whales. ( sigh of relief actually, those poor whales
need to be
left in peace).
What would they be looking for in the middle of the Pacific?
And why the armed battalion? And what happened to the crew of the
Windsong?
I have to admit I'm all at sea on this one, (sorry, couldn't resist the
pun).
Do you have any contacts at the harbour, oh, and because my US geography
skills are minimal, I thought I would leave it to you to decipher the GPS
co-ordinates. Will we have to drive or fly?
I don't want to miss the dinner party on Friday, I hope it's a drive. :)
Kiwiphile
From: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Jan-20 1:37 am
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Pacific, we'll have to fly. Though it may just help us get things wrapped
up
quicker. Do you think we should start w/o approval? I don't want the
trail to get
cold, and I think SA Jadzia would approve... And seeing as we have so
many
agents and so few cases, and seeing as I’m really impulsive... I think
we ought
to book a flight out ASAP. I'll take the blame if I get us into trouble
;)
From: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Jan-20 1:39 am
To: PROXICOM
Well we should wait for our approval and assignments, but since we
already
started thinking about it, there's nothing to stop us doing a little
research is
there?
I'll pop over to the Greenpeace web site now and dig up some info.
SA Proxicom, why don't you meet me with SaraZ in the broom closet
tomorrow
am? I'm sure one of our SAC's will have had a chance to review the file
by then,
and we can put ourselves forward as investigators.
By the way, if we charter a boat, can you pilot it? I only know how to
row, not
good on big ships and worse on yachts.
:) Kiwiphile
From: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Jan-20 1:42 am
To: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Ok consider my arm twisted. I'll meet you at the airport in half an hour.
Willmore
(I'm still camping on his sofa) has agreed to look after SA Keila and run
a sort of
home base from his computer here in his apartment. (He's still recovering
from a
gunshot wound.)
I'll bring travel snacks, chocolate covered muesli bars OK?
:) kiwiphile
From: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Jan-20 1:52 am
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Alright, see you there. I bumped us onto a flight. It's good to be in the
FBI. I've
contacted the harbour, they'll be expecting us. Apparently they've
already some
people from the field office in CA out there already. Needless to say,
I'm very
interested in what we're going to find. I spoke to an Agent Markley, and
he
seemed most baffled about what he'd seen. They can't seem to make heads
or
tails out of anything. So I'm expecting to meet up with either extreme
incompetence, or extreme weirdness. Also, they are at a loss to explain
how the
ship drifted so far so quickly. He wouldn't go into it much over the
phone, and
frankly, he had a little bit of an annoying stutter and I was glad to end
the
conversation.
Don't forget to bring some sunscreen.
And as for Friday, I'm sure we'll need to be back here for *something*
having to
do with this case. Especially since I don't much trust evidence being
delivered to
our lab anymore. I think if we find anything that could be considered
sensitive, it
had best be hand delivered by at least one of us.
From: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Jan-20 2:00 am
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Did a little research:
"Some 1000 Minke whales are hunted annually. The IWC estimates there
are
some 760,000 Minke left.
The WWF said the meat from the latest catch of whales would soon hit the
Japanese markets and also be used
for school lunches to ``foster the taste for whale meat among children''.
"
Whether the Minke whaling was a cover or not, I find that last statement
more
than a little creepy.
From: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Jan-20 2:00 am
To: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Good thinking on the hand delivery, I couldn't face another case where
all of my
evidence just disappears without a trace.
I've just got back from the Greenpeace site. (OMG you have to visit it,
it's so
cool, like the X files in RL).
One major fact surfaced. The vessel Windsong was making way to the
Southern
Ocean of Antarctica and were nowhere near it when they encountered the
"Whaling Vessel". Whatever those scientists were doing, it had
nothing to do
with Minke Whales since they don't appear around the mid Pacific.
Also, Greenpeace has been encountering escalating violence from these so
called researchers, with their ships even being rammed by the Japanese.
By the way, where is it that we're going? I may be able to chase up a
contact or
two for when we arrive.
Kiwiphile:)
From: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Jan-20 2:06 am
To: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
FOSTER THE TASTE FOR WHALEMEAT AMONG CHILDREN????
That’s it, these guys are going down. I wouldn't be surprised if they
start them on
Morley cigarettes as well.....
Kiwiphile :0
From: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Jan-20 2:07 am
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Ooh, sorry. San Diego, California.
I was also wondering about that whole Antarctica thing. What happened to
the
Japanese vessel the Windsong encountered? And why would they be stupid
enough to say they were whaling Minke in the middle of the Pacific?
From: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Jan-20 2:27 am
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
I think we should check out the San Diego Naval Medical center. From what
Agent Markely told me, there was a Navy doctor at the scene. If there
were any
survivors, I have a hunch they would be taken there. But lets see if we
can come
up with any other leads before we start pouncing on hunches.
From: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Jan-20 2:33 am
To: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
I guess we knew going in that nothing would be as it seemed on this case.
I've
booked us in to the Comity Inn in Balboa Park.
(I got a map of San Diego). Its central, a short drive from the Harbour.
I left a
request form for SAC Jadzia in the Broom Closet.
I hope Morley Cigs doesn't sniff around and follow us. I suggest we get
some
sleep when we arrive and wait for back-up to come if there's going to be
any.
Oh, and I contacted TLG on their machine. (They're at a Roswell
convention in
New Mexico). That telex was gathered from a Satellite, so there must be
pictures
somewhere.
I've got a contact in the medical profession down there from my college
days, so
I e-mailed her to try and dig up some leads on those missing
crew-members.
She wasn't sure if it was relevant, but apparently the All Saints Mercy
Hospital in
Sherman heights had a helicopter medi-vac team arrive three days ago, and
the
patients have been in level 5 quarantine since they checked in.
Kiwiphile :)
From: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Jan-20 2:36 am
To: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
I can see we think alike, we should track both hospital leads until we
have firmer
facts.
My field is profiling, I was wondering what your specialty was. We should
try to
get some science majors on this one don't you think?
From: PROXICOM
Jan-20 2:37 am
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Piloting the ship, not really, as for water experiencey I am good at
paddling only.
Ok. Trying to be serious now: I have a reliable friend who could do that
for us.
He is called Dale Richards, he joined the Us navy in 1993 but was made
redundant two years later because of psychological reasons. I guess he
might
know something about those "scientific experiments", I know him
for quite a
long time but I tried to avoid asking about such things simply not to
throw him
him at the mouth of death. My dangerous inquires would have had the
effect for
sure. Now, it is a totally different cattle of fish, I thing I have to
visit him now. I
will ask if he could navigate our ship, and I will try to get some
information about
the experiments.
See you tomorrow and we can share infos than
From: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Jan-20 2:47 am
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Excellent. So far, so good... though we haven't yet stepped off the
plane. I'm
definitely up for some sleep. I wouldn't worry about Morley Ciggs. If we
see him
we'll just take him out dancing and buy him some drinks. Perhaps we can
even
find out just what in the hell it is he thinks he's doing. Bringing in
the DOD on
that last case... all the unanswered questions... yet I've never seen him
perform
any especially violent acts, so I'm not sure just how dangerous he really
is. Not
that I want to find out. But he is just a man, after all. And we're
women. And if
there's anything SAC Samantha has taught me, it's that women are a hell
of a
lot more powerful than anyone thinks. Especially cigarette smoking men. I
heard
a rumor that one of the guards holding her captive is now in the psych
ward of
the local hospital, awaiting transfer to somewhere more
"specialized." He was
found in the woods, repeating over and over "Shut up, shut up, shut
up..."
That's the rumor through unofficial channels, anyway. But I believe it.
From: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Jan-20 2:49 am
To: PROXICOM
Thanks for the info, actually the meeting is off, because SA SaraZ &
I have taken
off for San Diego on our own. We are rogue Agents! Not really, but we
thought a
little preliminary investigation wouldn't meet with disapproval. Join us
at the
Comity Inn in Balboa Park, San Diego.
From there we can all coordinate our search. Hopefully we won't need to
take to
the high seas, but who knows....
Contact SaraZ if you need a 'plane ticket.
Kiwiphile :)
From: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Jan-20 2:54 am
To: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Stepping off the flight beside SA SaraZ I grinned and told her that the
unofficial
rumour about the crazy guard had to be true. "That woman is a human
back-catalogue", I said.
We rented a car and pulled in a half hour later to the Comity Inn. Ahhh,
the
familiar formica and polyester interior of the FBI's favourite hotel
chain!
SaraZ was right, if Ciggs did turn up we would take him out on a rampage
and
leave him to sleep it off.
Throwing our bags in our rooms, we headed off to the nearest diner to
wait for
our fellow Agent, Proxicom, and figure out which hospital to visit first.
mmmmm coffee!
Kiwiphile
From: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Jan-20 2:59 am
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
As for my specialty... As an undergrad I majored in psychology, and did
my
pre-med work. I went to med school to become a psychiatrist, where I
became
more interested in the criminal mind. I decided to take some criminology
coursework, and eventually wound up at the FBI academy. After graduation
I
was assigned to the Critical Incident Response Group. I worked in the
Crisis
Negotiation Unit for a couple years, then moved to the Child Abduction
and
Serial Killer Unit, until I was assigned to the Y-Files. So I do have
some medical
background, but depending on the level of weirdness in this case, we
might
need to get some other agents to help us out.
From: PROXICOM
Jan-20 3:00 am
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Great, I will book a ticket right know as you told me. It is just
happening too
quickly, I feel losing the ground.
Can you just briefly summarize me your preliminary investigation? What
about
the Greenpeace you promised to deal with?
From: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Jan-20 3:04 am
To: PROXICOM
Proxicom arrived a little out of breath, and SaraZ & I poured (her?,
him?) a good
strong cup of java.
There was really only one option with just three of us here.
We would have to go one to each location and meet back at the Comity
later on.
I agreed to go to the All Saints mercy hospital, and SaraZ to the Naval
Base. We
both had contacts there and didn't anticipate too much trouble. Proxicom
was
going to look up Dale and try to carefully get what information they
could from
the man's tattered brain.
We finished our coffees and looked each other in the eyes.
SaraZ organized two more cars and we drove off into the late afternoon
traffic. I
couldn't help putting my hand on the comforting weight of my Sig Sauer.
Hopefully I wouldn't have to fire it too soon.
From: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Jan-20 3:14 am
To: PROXICOM
MESSAGE TO: SA Proxicom
FROM: SA Kiwiphile
RE: case file #1021Y
Don't worry about rushing things, take your time. Now that you are off to
interview your friend, you can catch up on the case, such as it is. I
gather that
you are one of our many overseas agents? Perhaps you have another
language
that may be of use when we interview the ships crew? (Not all of them are
English Speakers)
The summary so far is this:
It seems that the Greenpeace vessel Windsong was en route to Antarctica
when
they spotting a "Japanese Whaling Ship"
We don't know what that ship was doing so far from the Minke Whales
habitat,
but obviously the Windsong was interested to follow them.
After that it’s anyone’s guess, the Windsong was boarded, the crew
were either
killed or kidnapped, only two survivors have been found and we are trying
to
locate them with the help of local CA Agents.
The Windsong is impounded in drydock at the San Diego harbour, and we are
going to search it later.
I'm off to the All Saints mercy Hospital now, to follow up a lead on some
patients
in quarantine,
see you later :)
Kiwiphile
From: PROXICOM
Jan-20 3:42 am
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
All right I am from overseas (is my English really so bad, usually I am
able to
write fluently but this speed is just incredible)
You are from New Zealand, where is SaraZ from?
All right I have visited Dale Richards already. Here is my story: he was
reluctant
to speak about the navy and especially about the experiments, later he
accepted that lifes depend on our revealing the truth. He said there were
several axis-power scientists working on ocean liners at the his time. He
named
a Japanese professor Nakamura who conducted experiments on humans or so
called humans. Dale saw only one of those miserable beings. It/he/she was
in a
fish tank that was covered with ice, it seemed to him that the creature
can
breath under the water without outer help. He didn't dare to talk about
this
experience so far. It was lucky that no-one could see him in the
laboratory. It
was so hard to bear the secret that he get the army fire him by doing
several
deliberate mistakes.
As for the European crew, I might interview them, I speak German,
Hungarian,
Slovak a little bit of Russian.
See you
From: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Jan-20 4:16 am
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
MESSAGE TO: SA Kiwiphile, SA Proxicom
FROM: SA Zeuty
RE: case file #1021Y
Nothing at the Naval Base. At least nothing that anyone is telling me.
Apparently
it was a Navy ship that brought the Windsong to harbour. Which seems to
be
the only reason there were Navy Personnel at the site. However, when
referring
to the matter at hand, the doctor I spoke to put the papers he was
referring to
during our interview into a very large file folder. My first question was
going to
be what else was in that file, if all the Navy did was to bring in the
ship. Then I
started to wonder why the *Hospital* would even *have* a file, or
anything
relating to the case if there weren't people in need of medical
assistance. I
nonchalantly asked if I could take a look at the file, but the doc just
smiled, filed
it away in his cabinet, and said, "You know I can't do that."
I need to see that file. I will discuss a plan with you back at the
hotel.
I then took a lengthy tour of the facility. Nothing appeared suspicious
or out of
the ordinary. That in itself seemed somewhat strange. Perhaps I am just
used to
the methodical denial of everything by the military. Even the weather.
"Sir, is the sky blue today?"
"What sky?"
"The sky. Outside. You know, look up."
"Oh. No, the sky is not blue today."
"Well someone told me that it was."
"Okay, it was blue, but it is not anymore."
and so on.
I don't know if the hospital is clean and I'm way too paranoid, or if
they are in
fact hiding something. Letting me see big file seemed a little odd if he
was
supposed to be denying anything, so maybe they really aren't hiding
anything.
Or maybe that's just what they want me to think. Will discuss it with you
both
back at the hotel.
From: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Jan-20 4:16 am
To: PROXICOM
I was sitting forward in my seat gripping the wheel like my life depended
on it,
(mental note: keep coffee drinking to a sane level before going out on a
case).
My cell-phone rang, and I found a good place to pull over and take the
call.
"hello?," the line crackled with static.
"Agent Kiwiphile?, it's Proxicom here, I've interviewed Dale and I'm
sending the
info via e-mail to you. I'll meet SaraZ at the naval Hospital, if the
Windsong crew
members are there I may be of assistance as an interpreter."
"Great," I replied, I'll see you there in a couple of
hours."
Hanging up and pulling out into the traffic, I noticed a black sedan
glide into the
lane behind me.
Hmmm, some company already?
Kiwiphile :)
From: PROXICOM
Jan-20 4:28 am
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
I have to see SaraZ in the hospital, and I really hope for seeing her.
She at least
has some medical background, all I know about physiology is from ER. So I
drive
up there. She could be there waiting for me, maybe once we are there we
can
have a sneak peak at those mysterious files.
Agent SaraZ can we work it out?
From: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Jan-20 5:06 am
To: PROXICOM
Agent Proxicom called me on my cell phone to let me know she was waiting
up
front for me. As I met her in the lobby, I dangled a key to the office
where I had
just been in front of my face and winked.
"Unfortunately, the doctor won't actually be leaving his office for
another few
hours. So we can either amuse ourselves and wait, or find some way to get
him
out of his office now."
I beckoned Agent Proxicom to follow me, and we wandered down a hallway. I
found a supply closet, and shoved Proxicom inside to change into some
scrubs.
"Run in there, tell him he's needed for surgery immediately, and
then run out.
Don't answer any questions, just act frantic. He'll have to go scrub in,
and I'll use
that time to get the file. I'll meet you at the car in no more than ten
minutes."
Agent Proxicom pulled it off. The doc kept asking questions, "Well
where is
doctor Greenspan, he's on call!" he would say. To which Agent
Proxicom
answered, "The emergency surgery is ON Dr. Greenspan! He's had a
terrible
accident in the cafeteria, involving several forks and a steak knife.
Please hurry!"
Agent Proxicom then rushed out before he could ask any more questions.
Even
though the doctor flew out of his office in a panic, he still looked for
his keys.
Giving up, he left, making sure the door locked behind him. He must have
a
spare set handily available. I waited a couple minutes before entering
the office.
Once I did, I realized that the file cabinet was locked. I searched
desperately for
the keys, finding them taped under the desk. I opened the file cabinet
and
retrieved the file, which had been unmarked, but I made sure to set my
cup of
tea on top of it, leaving a ring. The doctor had seemed mildly irritated.
I then put everything back as I had found it, making sure to lock the
door behind
me. I could not, of course, put this in my official report. Nor would I
be able to
use anything found w/in the file as evidence, as I obtained it without a
warrant.
Not that I could have gotten one anyway. I only hoped that there would be
something in the file to give us a lead.
I rushed outside, jumping into Agent Proxicom's car, and we sped off to
the
Comity.
From: PROXICOM
Jan-20 5:24 am
To: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
"It is high time for us to leave now."- I said when SaraZ
finally jumped into my
car. I was afraid the Doc has escaped from the elevator I pushed him
into. I
switched all the electricity off on that floor, but the security surely
have
recognized that by now and helped him to get out.
"What have you found in those files?" - I asked SaraZ
"Nothing that could take us closer to the the Truth. I am
afraid."
"So what are we supposed to do now? We still haven't seen the crew,
or what
has remained. Do you think he knows, we came for that file?"
"Well, I left everything exactly the way it had been, but I inquired
about those
files before, which might be suspicious."
From: PROXICOM
Jan-20 5:32 am
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
E-mail from Miss X to Proxicom
Dale Richards was found death in his home. It seems to have been a
suicide. He
shot himself with his own gun.
From: PROXICOM
Jan-20 6:24 am
To: PROXICOM
OUT OF ROLE
Sorry girls I have to leave the office and the pc now. I hope for meeting
you
tomorrow.
The game is excellent I really enjoyed playing with you.
Bye, Proxicom
From: Morley Cigs (MORLEYCIGGS)
Jan-20 11:53 am
To: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Many have underestimated me, and many have paid for that error.
From: SAMANTHAJ3
Jan-20 1:24 pm
To: Morley Cigs (MORLEYCIGGS)
totally OOC here...
You're so good with those CSM-style quotes. How many packs of Morleys did
you
say you smoke in a day?
SamanthaJ3
From: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Jan-20 1:28 pm
To: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Once at the All Saints I headed up to the labs to see if my friend, Will
Sterling,
was around. We went way back, but he pulled out of training early,
deciding
that civilian life suited him better.
I found him peering into a microscope.
"Will, it's me Kiwi, I've come for that tiki-tour you promised
me."
It wasn't like Will to be nervous, but I could've sworn that he swallowed
and
looked a little shaky. He ducked his head close to mine.
"I had a call from your office today"
"Oh yeah?", I said, trying to sound casual.
"Yeah, and the Agent I spoke to said that you weren't even
authorized to be on
this case yet, and that there would be serious repercussions for anyone
who
helped you."
"Did they say who they were?", I was worried, I thought I knew
who this
mystery caller was.
"No, but they sounded like a heavy smoker, and they faxed me this
picture -it
was taken yesterday."
I looked at the photo, it was Wills daughter getting picked up from
school. I
looked at him closely.
"Don't worry, I'll find out what I need to know on my own, you don't
have to get
involved."
He let out a sigh. "I AM involved. Here," he shoved an envelope
into my hands.
"This is all I could find, now please get lost before I change my
mind".
Slapping him on the back I headed towards the elevators.
Once I was back at the Comity I could contact Willmore back in Seattle,
and
hopefully soon we'd be hearing from DC...this case needed an SAC, and
fast.
From:
SAMANTHAJ3
Jan-20 1:36 pm
To: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
SAC Sara,
While it is true that you should never underestimate the power and
strength of
a woman, it is also true that the reports that *my* singing sent a former
CSM/MorleyCigs underhenchman into the psycho ward are totally
unsubstantiated. After daily dosing of 250 mg of Thorazine + some
additional
Ativan, the guard in question was actually found to be
saying..."Sing it, sing it,
sing it."
He is awaiting transfer to a very private, very quiet, very specialized
facility,
though. I suspect any mental trauma was inflicted by his association with
the
nefarious arm of the CSM conspiracy.
SamanthaJ3
From: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Jan-20 1:49 pm
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
INTERIM FIELD REPORT: CASE #1021Y
TO: SA CRAIG WILLMORE
CC: SAC JADZIA, SAC SAMANTHAJ3
FROM: SA KIWIPHILE
Craig,
We have no SAC as yet, until we do, can we send progress reports to you.
Threats have been made, if anything untoward should happen to us, please
forward all information to Jadzia or SamanthaJ3 at DC Broom Closet. Give
SA
Keila a pat for me.
Am in San Diego at Comity Inn, Balboa Park. Have received several leads.
SaraZ
will send a detailed report of what she found in the files.
I was given an envelope by a friend today. There were several pictures.
The two
mystery patients could be anyone, but if you look closely at the one on
the left,
they are wearing a friendship bracelet. One of the braided kind. See on
the front of
it? It has "greenpeace 4 ever" written on it. I wouldn't have
spotted it but I've
seen it before. I think that the person on the table is Hans Gotlieb. He
was on
the Rainbow warrior years ago.
The files are tough reading. These people have been exposed to some kind
of
heavy duty virus. Think Ebola on steroids.
What worries me is that there is talk that there’s another crew member
who
escaped. If they get sick and this thing spreads...
There is some detailed lab info here. I'm copying it and sending it to
everyone I
know for an interpretation. I don't know much about this stuff, but I've
never
seen anything like it before.
The Naval Base is featured in the next photo down. See that truck in the
corner?
Apparently they pulled something off the sea-bed in the pacific and
brought it
up.
Now, call me crazy, but I'm thinking that the thing they brought up is
some kind
of ship-wrecked craft. By the look of the surface on the tiny corner we
can see,
it's been down there a while. What is it was a crashed ship of some kind?
And
what if the "pilot" was dead, but carrying some kind of virus
hitherto unknown
on this planet?
Ok OK, I know this is speculation, but I'm worried. If it is an off-world
virus, what
the hell is the Navy, the NSA and the Japanese government doing with it?
REPORT ENDS
KIWIPHILE
From: SAMANTHAJ3
Jan-20 1:55 pm
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
(Scene: AD Skinner's office, JEHB, Washington, D.C.)
I was sitting in a chair opposite AD Skinner. His expression was stern,
his
eyebrows were drawn together, and I fervently wished that I had any of
the
other SACs sitting in one of the other chairs beside me.
"So you're telling me," Skinner looked at me with that steely
gaze, "that three of
the Y-File agents just took it into their heads to board a plane and
investigate
this -- fishing incident?"
"Sir, it really isn't a fishing incident, it's more of a --"
The stern expression turned
in my direction made me stop and rethink my next words. "Sir, I'm
sure that
Agents Kiwiphile and Proxicom as well as SAC Sara have a perfectly
reasonable..."
"I am not interested in being reasonable," AD Skinner snapped
back at me. "I
have to take these reports before other, higher committees, SAC Samantha
Jaythree. I have to show them that the Bureau's agents followed proper
procedures and by-the-book investigative techniques. Now where are the
proper forms for travel authorization? Who signed off on this case? What
about
the --"
AD Skinner's speech lasted another seven and a half minutes by my watch.
I sat,
perfectly still in my chair, and I nodded and agreed where I was supposed
to.
When he had concluded, and he stood there, jacket off, hands on his hips,
it
was all I could do to remember that I had one more thing to say rather
than just
sit there staring at the Assistant Director's shoulders, chest, arms,
hips, and
face.
"Yes, sir," I gathered all of the paperwork in front of me.
"I'm positive that the
proper forms have all been filled out and signed, and sir...I'm sure
these same
proper forms have all just been delayed in their transmission to your
office. I'll
look into it right away, AD Skinner. I'll find all the proper
forms."
He gave me another stern glance as if he knew that I was making this all
up as I
talked to him. Then his expression softened momentarily and he waved a
hand
toward the door. "See that you do." Then he walked over to the
door and stood
beside it for one long moment looking down at me. "I already have my
hands full
defending rogue agents. I expect these things to be handled properly,
Sam."
"I won't let you down, sir," I replied. AD Skinner unexpectedly
opened the door
for me. I hurried past the secretary and out into the hall towards the
elevator. I
was quite proud of our Y-File agents so far, but I would have to snag SAC
Jadzia
in her office and get a lot of paperwork created and backdated...ASAP.
SamanthaJ3
From: Jadzia (JADZIA00)
Jan-20 2:35 pm
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
<<stepping completely out of character for a moment>>
Wow! I wasn't online for very long last night and haven't gotten to read
all the
messages in this thread, yet, but I think this case DEFINITELY qualifies
as a
Y-File (Mulder & Scully will be sooo proud that we're coming up with
cases on our
own, too!).
<<stepping back into character>>
SA Kiwiphile, thank you for bringing this Y-File to our attention. I
believe that you
should be the official SAC for this investigation, unless you would like
that
designation to be assigned to someone else. I am in the process of
reading the
current reports to find out further details on this intriguing case.
Good luck agents!
SAC Jadzia :)
From: Morley Cigs (MORLEYCIGGS)
Jan-20 3:22 pm
To: SAMANTHAJ3
OOC too:
Thank you. I take that has a big compliment. It's fun to play the bad
guy. Trouble
is it get so lonely being evil:) What can I say though? I love CSM(on a
purely
professional level of course)
Morley Cigs
From: SAMANTHAJ3
Jan-20 3:33 pm
To: Jadzia (JADZIA00)
(JEHB...broom closet, I mean...Y-Files office of SAC Jadzia)
"Jadzia!" I knocked on the door loudly and rapidly for
emphasis. "I just had a
meeting with AD Skinner, and he's upset. Something about proper
investigative
techniques and forms in triplicate." I poked my head around the
corner of the
open door. "I told him that all the paperwork for this case was
already filled out
and just got lost in transit to his office."
Raising one eyebrow significantly, I threw the twelve-pound stack of
virtual
paperwork and forms onto Jadzia's desk. "I'll take the top half or
the bottom half
of the forms, authorizations, and requisitions, but we have to remember
to
postdate everything!"
As I waited to see which half of the stack Jadzia would select, I giggled
slightly. I
was doing much better about that, but sometimes it still caught me off
guard at
the oddest moment. "Unless you think we could get a delay if I
offered to
serenade THE MAN?"
SamanthaJ3
From: Jadzia (JADZIA00)
Jan-20 4:18 pm
To: SAMANTHAJ3
Both of my eyebrows shot up to somewhere near my hairline and my jaw
dropped down to land on my desk as SAC Samantha dropped twelve pounds of
"carbonless copy forms" in front of me. I looked up at her in
disbelief.
"This has got to be an evil plot by Morley Ciggs or the CSM, and as
far as I'm
concerned, it's their most torturous one to date. <sigh> Well, now
you know
why I never seem to be out in the field these days. I'll take the top
half. Pull up a
chair, hon. Let's get crackin', " I said. "So, these forms were
actually filled out
on the 18th, right . . . "
From: SAMANTHAJ3
Jan-20 4:53 pm
To: Jadzia (JADZIA00)
"You got it." I nodded and pulled over the bottom half of the
paperwork. I sat
down and started filling out the necessary paperwork for everything from
travel
requisitions to authorizations to investigate to expenditure sheets to be
filled
out before AND after the investigation was complete.
As I finished filling out things, I slid them across the desk for
Jadzia's signature.
Well, actually, I started off sliding, and then as I realized she was
having to both
fill out and sign things on her end, I simply started making a neat stack
to the
left of her arm for her attention.
"I'm firmly convinced that paperwork is another form of torture from
the
Conspiracy," I nodded my head. "What ever happened to the
paperless system
of the future that we were supposed to have once the computer upgrades
were
completed?"
I busied myself for several more minutes before the phone rang. Jadzia
was in
the middle of a speed writing burst so I reached over and picked up the
desk
phone. "SAC Jadzia's office, Samantha speaking. May I help---"
I stopped
mid-sentence and listened. "One moment, please."
I pushed the hold button and handed the phone to Jadzia. "It's a
woman. She
won't give her name, but she says she'll only speak with you directly.
She claims
to have information which is vital to the lives of our agents in the
field?"
I wondered silently if this had anything to do with the original mystery
informant
in this case? And I wondered if I had time to run and put a trace on the
call...
SamanthaJ3
From: Jadzia (JADZIA00)
Jan-20 5:46 pm
To: SAMANTHAJ3
"Sam, do you have your cell phone on you? Let's see if we can get
Danny to
trace the call." I took the receiver as Samantha pulled out her cell
phone. Sam
quietly stepped out into the hallway so she could talk to Danny without
being
overheard by our mysterious informant.
I hit the hold button and briskly stated, "This is Agent Jadzia. How
can I help
you?"
"The naval base in San Diego is too obvious," a low female
voice began. "They
expect you to investigate there. They've already disassembled what they
recovered from the sea floor and have taken the parts elsewhere."
I was mildly frustrated with our mystery informant's roundabout way of
speaking. "What did they find in the Pacific? What are they trying
to conceal, and
where are they hiding it if it's not at the naval base?"
"I'm not yet in a position to know exactly what was recovered, Agent
Jadzia, but
I can tell you where they've taken the parts. Did you know that the
University of
California, San Diego has excellent science departments?" *click*
"Yeah, and did you know they used the newest UCSD library as the
Starfleet
Academy in a Trek movie?" I grumbled at the now dead phone line. One
of these
days, we were going to find an informant who would just get to the point.
Samantha poked her head back into the closet, and I motioned for her to
come
in again.
"She wasn't on the line long enough for use to get a trace,"
she told me. "The
most that they could determine was that the call was placed from the D.C.
area".
I nodded and picked up the phone again. "Did you ever find your
phone list,
Sam? I need Kiwiphile's cell phone number. The . . . well, whatever they
drudged
up from the ocean may be headed back to college."
From: SamanthaJ3
Jan-20 7:15 pm
To: Jadzia (JADZIA00)
I raised one eyebrow at Jadzia's comment, but I punched up the menu on my
cell phone. "I still haven't recovered my address book, but I have
my
suspicions," I grumbled slightly myself. "Here's Special Agent
Kiwiphile's cell
phone number. Tell her we're expecting some postcards from her while
she's
gone and warmer weather when she gets back." I smiled again -- I
never
stayed in a bad mood for very long -- and sat down to return to the never
ending stack of paperwork.
SamanthaJ3
From: Jadzia (JADZIA00)
Jan-20 7:46 pm
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
*Brrrrring*
<Where are you, Kiwi?> I thought. Just when I was starting to worry
(after all,
between the NYE party and the Dawson's case, you hold the record for most
injuries to a Y-File agent), SA Kiwiphile picked up her cell phone.
"Agent Kiwiphile here," she answered. Aware that the line might
not be secure, I
made a lame attempt at subtlety.
"Kiwi, I've just received some interesting news about that
"fishing trip" you're
looking into right now. You might want to check out UCSD in La Jolla.
I've been
told that their science depts. might have some fascinating information
for you.
And the Scripps Institute is right by UCSD. They do all sorts of research
on
marine life and the oceans".
"I'll make sure to check that out as soon as I can, Jadz. Right now,
though, I'm
kinda learning that Southern Cal drivers like to tailgate. Gotta
go," Kiwiphile said
before hanging up.
Hmmm . . . not quite sure I like the sound of that.
From: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Jan-20 8:18 pm
To: Jadzia (JADZIA00)
FIELD REPORT; MINKE WHALE FISHING CASE
TO: SAC JADZIA
CC: SAC SAMANTHAJ3
FROM: SA KIWIPHILE
After interviewing contacts at both the naval base and the hospital, the
other
agents and I met back at the Comity Inn.
I am certain that our movements are being followed, I narrowly avoided
being
run off the road by a black sedan on the way back earlier this morning.
It was decided that we would take our informants advice and go to La
Jolla to
see what we could turn up.
Unfortunately one of our most promising contacts has been reported dead,
apparently of a self inflicted gunshot wound.
I am concerned that our paperwork was not made available to AD Skinner in
good time. I am sure that you realize this was simply a clerical error?
I will continue to remain in contact with you, and SA Willmore in Seattle
has
offered his services using his home office as a base. I think he is
getting ready
to return to work in the field, and until his injury heals, this is a
good opportunity
for him to avoid the ennui of being house-bound.
I have enclosed the coroners report on the death of our informant, copies
of the
files we recovered, and will contact you when we have been to the
University.
SA KIWIPHILE
REPORT ENDS
From: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Jan-20 8:29 pm
To: SamanthaJ3
Oh. Yes, of course. I'll uh, remember that.
From: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Jan-20 8:38 pm
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
MESSAGE TO: SA Kiwiphile
CC: SA Proxicom, SA Willmore
FROM: SA Zeuty
RE: Case #1021Y
I don't get this file.
It read like a book, what I read of it anyway, thought it was printed up
on a
laser printer, no name, no title. I did a little digging and found out it
is a reprint
of a book by Paul Davies, called "The Fifth Miracle." Basically
it's about
biogenesis and microbes, from what I gather. Is this a joke? Or does it
mean
something? I went back to the naval hospital, wearing jeans, a baseball
cap and
some sunglasses, hoping to corner our doctor in his office. He actually
seemed
pleased to see me. In fact, at first he didn't recognize me at all. Once
I took off
my hat and sunglasses and locked the door to his office, he still didn't
recognize
me. He just told me that I must have mistaken him for someone else. Upon
my
rather emphatic insistence that he tell me what the hell was going on, he
offered to get me a psych consult and suggested I leave before he had to
call
security.
What is going on here?
From: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Jan-20 8:44 pm
To: SamanthaJ3
A knock sounded on the door to the broom closet. SAC Samantha looked up
over
the paperwork at SAC Jadzia and sighed. She turned slightly in her seat
to open
the door. It was a man delivering Chinese food and some... flowers?
Upon closer inspection, Sam realized it was Frohike.
"What are you doing here? How did you get past security?"
Frohike rolled his eyes. "Sara sent me to bring this stuff to you.
She says she's
sorry you two have so much paperwork or something. Oh, the flowers are
from
me." Frohike grinned.
From: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Jan-20 8:49 pm
To: SamanthaJ3
SACs Samantha and Jadzia,
OOC here, but I SWEAR I sent that last post before I read about case
number
1077. Lol!!
From: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Jan-20 8:58 pm
To: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
I drove with all haste towards the University, feeling a little better
now that SAC
SaraZ was in charge of the case. I was flattered by the offer for me to
be in
charge, but since I have little or no knowledge of the area, and I was
developing
a tendency to get into trouble with THE MAN, I thought it best to keep my
head
down and my bum up on this one. I had no desire to have AD Skinner fire
any
more of those glares in my direction when I returned. I had to make sure
I
wasn't late for any more of those office meetings as well, and that I
quit the
habit of bringing my breakfast with me. The excuse of having to drive
from
Seattle to DC each day was wearing thin, and after SA Keila ate his
sandwiches
that day last week...
well lets just say that I was happy to have two excellent SAC's back in
the JEHB
to back me up.
SAC SaraZ and Proxicom had both headed off independently of me to
follow more leads, Proxicom had word of a Russian Trawler that had been
in the
area of the Windsong coming into harbour and was due to interview the
crew
and find out what, if anything, they knew. SaraZ was going somewhere that
she
declined to mention. That woman has the biggest underground network of
contacts I'd ever heard of. I hoped that none of us would run into
trouble.
Trying not to think about the dinner party, I pulled into the
University's carpark.
Flashing my badge at the carpark attendant I went into the building.
Maybe my
friend Will could help me out with a contact. I punched in his number.
"Hello, All Saints Hospital, how can I help you?"
"May I speak with Dr William Sterling please?"
"Are you family?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Are you related to Dr Sterling?"
"No, this is Special Agent Kiwiphile with the FBI."
"Oh I'm sorry Agent Kiwiphile, in the circumstances we've been
instructed to
take calls from family only, I'll put you through to Dr Ardmore, one
moment
please"
Family only? What the hell was she talking about? I started to get one of
those
long cold chills that run up from your gut.
'Good afternoon Agent Kiwiphile, Dr Ardmore here.'
'lets just cut to the chase, shall we? I need to speak with Dr Sterling
on a
federal matter-'
He cut me off, 'I'm afraid that’s not possible, you see Dr Sterling was
in a motor
vehicle accident this morning and is currently in the intensive care
unit.'
My head started to spin. Trying not to let my voice shake I cut in, 'How
is he?'
'His injuries are very severe, I'm sorry Agent Kiwiphile, but he's not
expected to
survive, although we are giving him all the best possible care. Was it
something
I could help you with?'
'No, thank-you.'
Hanging up, I took a moment or two to regain my composure. This was no
accident. It seemed that everyone we talked to was
getting an obituary column. Will & I had known each other since we
were kids, I
couldn't believe he wasn't going to pull through. I had to get a guard
posted on
his ward ASAP.
As soon as I had done that, I would make some discreet enquiries in the
University research dept. Suddenly feeling a chill, I looked over my
shoulder. I
hadn't noticed anyone following me, but how could I be sure? It was as
though
they were one step behind us and gaining fast.
Kiwiphile
From: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Jan-20 9:11 pm
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
MESSAGE TO: SA Kiwiphile
FROM: SA Zeuty
RE: case #1021Y
Okay, wait, when did I become in charge? As if I'm not in enough trouble
with
Skinner already... ;)
What do you think about the "best possible medical care?"
Obviously there have
been a few too many coincidences for it to have been a simple automobile
"accident." Do you trust this other doctor? I think, at the
least, we should place
someone to guard Dr. Sterling as you suggested. Obviously this was an
attack
on his life, and if there is any possibility at all of his recovery...
I don't know what to do next. I'm sick of all the dead ends. Literally.
I'm going
down to the harbour to check out the Windsong, and see if I can't find
that log
book. Meet me down there as soon as you are through at the university,
unless
you uncover a more important lead.
From: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Jan-20 9:15 pm
To: SamanthaJ3
SAC SamanthaJ3,
I have a favour to ask. I know you are on another case, but I wondered if
you
could sweet talk Skinner into arranging a security team to guard the
hospital
room of a DR William Sterling, All Saints Mercy Hospital, San Diego.
Sterling was helping me on this case, and I feel responsible for his
injuries. He's
listed as an MVA victim, but I have reason to believe that he was the
victim of
foul play.
I know that it's not usual to do this, but Will and I go a long way back,
I couldn't
face it if he died because I didn't protect him.
Thanks,
SA Kiwiphile.
From: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Jan-20 9:29 pm
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
I arrived at the harbour to search the Windsong. There was one local
police
officer standing guard. I looked at the small vessel in awe, flashed my
badge,
and stepped on board with no hassles.
The ship had been severely damaged by fire.
I was a little pissed that Agent Markley couldn't see fit to have
mentioned this
when I spoke to him before leaving DC.
I covered my mouth with my hands, as not to inhale the scent of
burnt...everything, and began poking around.
From: Jadzia (JADZIA00)
Jan-20 9:42 pm
To: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
OOC . . . That's okay Sara . . . Samantha and I are at TJEHB. I'm sure we
can
have them run some tests on the food to make sure that we don't end up
suicidally depressed. And the restaurant in #Y-1077 is Vietnamese, so
we're
probably okay for now. Wait . . . do I feel a sob coming on? (j/k)
LOL,
Jadzia :)
From: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Jan-20 9:44 pm
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
As I looked around, it occurred to me how odd it was that the ship was,
although
nice and crispy, still structurally intact. It was as though the fire had
been put
out almost immediately after it was set, allowing for just surface
damage. I was
also curious as to how the damage was so uniform, there was no clear part
of
the ship where it started, and no part that was left untouched.
I pulled out my phone to call Agent Markley, as he never forwarded his
report
to me as he said he would. I got a message that Markley's phone had been
turned off. I tried calling the local Field office next. They had never
heard of an
Agent Markley. I sighed, cursing myself for not verifying Markley's
identity. I
would be getting an especially long lecture from Skinner when I got back
to DC.
I slammed my fist on a table, then turned around to further search the
ship
when I heard footsteps. Or at least I thought I did. I stopped and
waited,
holding my breath and drawing my gun. Nothing. Probably my imagination.
"Is there anyone there?" I called out. No response. "Agent
Kiwiphile?" I looked
at my watch. There was no way she could have followed through her other
lead
and been here already. Still no response. I sighed, and decided that I
had to
find that logbook, hoping that it was not destroyed. Then it occurred to
me that
the place was empty. No books, no remnants of papers, no luggage from
passengers. No potted plants. No food. I prayed that no one had gotten
ahold
of the logbook already, that it was still hidden somewhere on the ship.
As I
searched, my hands became covered with soot and ashes. Out of the corner
of
my eye I could see it on my face. Everyone has a talent, mine happens to
be
doing everything with the utmost amount of messiness to my person. I was
glad
there weren't any good looking FBI men around, but considered not
cleaning up
before heading back up to DC. At least Skinner would have a chuckle
before he
reamed me.
From: Jadzia (JADZIA00)
Jan-20 9:51 pm
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
SA Kiwiphile,
I caught your message to SAC Samantha, and since she's currently en route
to
Oakland, I took the liberty of talking to AD Skinner myself. After
briefing him on
the nature of this case and the untimely demise of one of our contacts,
Mr.
Skinner agreed that Dr. Sterling should have a guard posted at his
hospital room
at all times. The Man called the San Diego field office himself to make
sure that
the agents would be there on the double. He also urged caution as you,
SAC
Sara & SA Proxicom proceed with this case.
I am truly sorry for what has happened to your friend. Please let me know
if I
can be of any further assistance.
Regards,
SAC Jadzia
From: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Jan-20 9:51 pm
To: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Pulling myself together I went to the University Library. I really had no
idea
where to start, so I thought I would get a copy of 'The Fifth Miracle'
and do a
little research.
While I was standing at the counter, I noticed a student peering at me
curiously.
I sat down with the book in a secluded corner and started to flip
through. Sure
enough, the young guy who'd been watching me turned up at my side.
'Radical book you got there'
I gave him the stare that they teach you in Quantico.
He looked suitably impressed.
'Are you a grad student or something? I've never seen you around
campus"
Pulling out my badge I leaned forward.
'No, I'm looking for some information on viruses, think you can help?'
'Cool! I'm Neill, Neill Stanton. You know, I could tell you about
viruses, over
dinner maybe. Um...' he trailed off as I turned the temperature of my
gaze way,
way down.
'Lives are stake here, and I don't have time for your Mrs. Robinson
fantasies. Can
you help me or not?'
He folded like a stack of cards, and gave me the name of a Grad Student
he
knew who was doing research on filoviruses. One Tai Jackson had been a
writers’ assistant on 'The Fifth Miracle'.
He told me this guy was 'kinda spooky, a bit paranoid you know? I don't
know if
he'll talk to you but here's his number'
Returning the book to the counter I headed back to the car, Neill's
plaintive cry of
'So I'll take a raincheck on that dinner date right?', ringing in my
ears.
One good thing, this was a DC 'phone number. Maybe our investigation was
going to move closer to home.
Dialing the number, I made mental note to catch up with SaraZ
and find out what had happened on the Windsong.
*bringgg*
'Hello?'
"this is Agent Kiwiphile with the FBI, can I speak to Tai Jackson
please?'
'No one here by that name'
Thinking on my feet I decided to reveal a little information to catch
this cat.
'Mr. Jackson, I've been reading the Fifth Miracle, and I need to talk to
you about a
recent incident involving a Greenpeace Vessel.'
there was a long silence
'Tai, I have reason to believe a person or persons unknown are conducting
tests
on a new strain of virus. These people must be stopped. I don't have time
to
play games. If you want to know that you can trust me, call some friends
of mine
who print a paper out of DC called The Lone Gunman.'
'Meet me tonight, I'll download the address into your GPS. Give me your
cell
number.'
'945 56673'
*click*
I looked at my watch, just time to get to the Windsong before SaraZ
finished her
search.
From: SamanthaJ3
Jan-20 11:02 pm
To: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
I looked at Jadzia, but we both knew that Frohike would probably be too
cunning to be the bearer of anything wired or booby-trapped....unless TLG
were
out to get us, and that hardly seemed likely.
"Are you sure you don't want some?" I asked him, but Frohike
declined and left
quickly. I waited until he reached the elevator before I quietly picked
up the
phone and asked security to make sure that our visitor didn't make any
unauthorized stops on his way out of the building. As much as I liked
TLG, I
knew they weren't above a little snooping on Federal premises.
"Hot and sour soup," I breathed deeply as I pulled out
containers and set them
on the desk between Jadzia and myself. "Egg foo yung, Mongolian
beef..." I
laughed as I pulled out the next one, "and sweet and sour
chicken!"
SamanthaJ3
From: SamanthaJ3
Jan-20 11:03 pm
To: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
OOC...
Thanks for the food and the flowers, but the Chinese food was TOO funny!
;)
SamanthaJ3
From: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Jan-20 11:03 pm
To: Jadzia (JADZIA00)
**encrypted message enclosed**
TO: SAC JADZIA
FROM: SA C WILLMORE
CC: SAC SARAZ, SA KIWIPHILE, SA PROXICOM
RE: MINKE WHALE FISHING CASE #1021Y
Jadzia,
I am sending you a copy of this information, along with the operatives on
the
case.
Apparently Kiwiphile made contact with a grad student in DC who knows
TLG.
They forwarded the following information to me after speaking to him.
**MET SERVICE REPORT**
DATE: 01/19/00
PACIFIC NORTHWEST OCEAN. CO-ORDS 190SW 12SE
A LARGE METEOR IS REPORTED TO HAVE LANDED IN THE OCEAN AT
THESE CO-ORDS. SCIENCE VESSEL EN ROUTE TO ATTEMPT PICK-UP
FOR STUDY
**REPORT ENDS**
The following was also forwarded:
************ALERT*********ALERT*********ALERT*********
TELEX TO SCIENCE VESSEL ANDROMEDA. YOU ARE TO CEASE AND DESIST YOUR
EXPEDITION. A NAVAL VESSEL IS TRAVELLING TO THE CO-ORDINATES. ALL
INFORMATION REGARDING THIS IS TO BE DESTROYED, AND YOU ARE TO
DISAVOW ANY KNOWLEDGE OF THE INCIDENT.
A GOVT SCIENCE TEAM WILL RETRIEVE THE METEOR AND CONDUCT RESEARCH.
AUTHORISATION GA 334/ NSA
END.
I hope this information is of help.
SA C. Willmore
From: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Jan-20 11:31 pm
To: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
I decided to call SAC SaraZ and let her know that I had an interview in
DC.
After several tries I gave up and left a message on her voice mail. She
probably
had her cell phone switched to silent ring as a precaution. I tried not
to worry, as
she is a very competent agent, and SA Proxicom was harbourside as well,
interviewing those Russian Sailors. Thinking of SA Proxicom, I realized
that we
hadn't heard from her in a while. I hope she wasn't downing vodka with
those
Sailors. Worse still, I hope she hadn't gotten herself into a scrape.
'SAC SaraZ, this is Kiwiphile. I'm heading back to the Comity to organize
a flight
to DC. I have a meeting there. I'm e-mailing you a file on my research.
Call me if
you want me to stay put, otherwise I'll meet you at the airport. I have
reason to
believe that what we are looking for is no longer in San Diego."
That done, I pulled into the Comity Inn.
Noticing that the door was ajar, I pulled my gun and slid along the wall
towards
the door. Not for the first time, I wished I had SA Keila at my side to
sniff out
trouble.
Entering the room I looked around in disbelief. It was a mess, all the
drawers
emptied and my clothes scattered around the room. I looked through the
adjoining door to SAC SaraZ's room and saw the same sight. Luckily we had
left
nothing important in the rooms. It was probably just a warning to
back-off, but I
was upset to see that my new silk slip had been torn. Will they stop at
nothing?
I started packing things away again, when I became overwhelmed with a
sense
of tiredness. It had been a full on two weeks. I found myself wondering
if I was
really cut out to be in the FBI. Just one day where no-one tried to kill
me would
be a good thing. I pictured Skinner smiling with delight as I handed in
my
resignation. That was it, no way was I going to let this beat me. I'd
been in
worse situations. I decided to call Laura Sterling and see how Will was
doing.
'Hi Laura?, It's me, Kiwi. How's it all going?'
'Pretty good I guess, thanks for the guards by the way, but I don't know
why
you thought it was necessary.'
'Well, I think it may have been something more than an accident Laura.'
'Why?, Who would want to hurt Will?
'I can't go into it. Tell me, is he making progress?'
'Yes, its still touch and go. I had a priest come in and...'
her voice cracked '...but he seems to be getting stronger. He asked for
you
strangely enough, but what he said made no sense at all.'
My Agents antenna flew up. 'What did he say?'
'he said something about Orville, no wait. It was 'Orville Institute'. I
don't know, it
makes no sense-'
Gently, I cut her off. 'Laura, right now all you have to worry about is
helping him
get better. And don't talk to ANYONE about what he said. I'll call again
later.
Love you guys'
I hung up. What a mess. I may as well try to find out about this Orville
thing
while I waited for SaraZ. There was three hours to kill before our
flight.
From: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Jan-20 11:34 pm
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
I spent about an hour searching the ship, to no avail. I was glad that I
was still
wearing my "disguise" and hadn't ruined a suit in all the soot.
I was growing frustrated. The usual yelling at inanimate objects wasn't
working
very well this time, and with a heavy sigh I sat crosslegged in the
middle of the
deck. I wished I knew more about boats. I decided to take a break from
searching and collect what evidence I could find. I scraped away some of
the
charred wood of the deck, along with some of the wood underneath that had
been untouched by the fire, planning to take it back with me to have it
analyzed.
There weren't any fingerprints to be collected... huh. Odd, that. No
footprints,
either. If the boat had been searched, there would certainly have been
numerous footprints in the soot.
Suddenly I felt my stomach twist in knots. The boat *had* been searched,
and
*then* set on fire. *After* it had been brought back to shore. I called
out to the
officer standing guard, who was... gone. "Huh." I said to
myself. Frankly I didn't
see what needed to be guarded in the first place. Other than making sure
no
curious civilians stepped on board.
I turned back, making my way to the back of the boat. Once I saw the wet
footprints, I heard the click of a gun behind me. Someone had climbed on
board,
and I had a feeling Agent Kiwiphile wouldn't have chosen that particular
route of
entrance. And I certainly hoped she wouldn't be pointing a gun at me.
"Crap." I mumbled under my breath, turning around slowly,
making sure the
gunman could see my hands. Why is it that ever since the Y-Files began,
people
have been pointing guns at it's agents more than usual.
A man stood about four feet in front of me, pointing a gun at my head.
"Agent," he said, "I recommend you go home. There's
nothing here for you."
I thought about this. "Alright," I said, matter of factly.
"I have a dinner party to
go to anyway."
The man smirked. The gun was still pointed at me. Apparently I wasn't
supposed
to have agreed with him, as that left him no reason to kill me. "You
know too
much." he said.
I rolled my eyes. "Oh come ON. I don't know bleep!" I noticed
that one of the
boards on deck was loose. One he was standing on. I was standing on it
too.
Knowing that my crisis negotiation skills were useless on a hired gun, I
went
into a tirade. "And you KNOW I don't know anything!! How could I,
there is no
evidence!! You people, whoever you are, insist on following us around in
dark
sedans, threatening us, do YOU know anything? I happen to think there is
nothing to know!" I began shuffling my feet, "You just mess
with us because
that, apparently, is your purpose in life. 'Agent on Y-Files gets case,
go
antagonize them.' If we were investigating a routine kidnapping, you
would
probably find the kid first, and then abduct her yourselves just to make
us look
bad!" I had reached the critical moment, where he was about to stop
being
flabbergasted and remember he is supposed to shoot me. I then stomped on
the loose board. I didn't really expect it to cause him to sail over my
head and
into the ocean. This wasn't a cartoon after all. But I at least expected
him to lose
his balance for a moment, allowing me to draw my gun. Or even, at worst,
for
him to be distracted and try to shoot my foot. Those few seconds would be
enough for me to draw my gun and shoot.
What I didn't expect, however, was for the part of the board I was
standing on
to give way, sending me into a small compartment below the deck. It
occurred to
me that if I were better with spatial relations I might have realized
that below
deck there was some space that was unaccounted for, thereby saving me the
trouble of... well, all of this. As I fell, the gunman fired in my
direction, missing me
entirely as my body fell below deck. I drew my gun in mid-fall, trying to
decide if I
should play dead and save myself the paperwork of killing him, or if he
might put
a few more bullets in me anyway. I landed hard on my butt, ruining my
outfit
even more as small amounts of blood trickled out of the scratches from
the
wood. Suddenly I heard two more shots fired above me, and held my gun
toward the opening I had just fallen through, waiting...
From: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Jan-20 11:52 pm
To: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
I sat in my room for five minutes before deciding that something was
wrong. SAC
SaraZ should've called me by now. I was crap at sitting around doing
nothing, so
I locked the rooms, threw our bags in the car and headed to the Harbour.
When I arrived at the Windsong I noticed a couple of men standing around
the
Starboard side of the ship. There was no sign of SaraZ, but they seemed
to be
raising weapons to fire down towards the deck. Pulling my gun I called
out to
them. Not for the first time I wished we didn't have to ANNOUNCE
ourselves to
the enemy. They rounded on me and fired. I rolled to the side, covering
my new
trench-coat in soot, and returned
fire. The first man fell backwards, landing with a splash. Not hesitating
I fired at
the second while he was distracted, noticing a stinging sensation in my
left side
as I did. He staggered backwards and disappeared from sight. There was
a faint 'ooff!' sound from a hole in the ships deck.
Slowly moving forward with my gun held steady, I looked over the edge of
the
hole to see a dark sooty face blinking up at me. It was SAC SaraZ,
trapped
underneath the guard.
'You took your time,' she said, all authority and sternness. I suppressed
a giggle
at the sight of her in those overalls, covered in soot and ash.
Offering a hand I struggled until she had extricated herself from the
dead guard.
When she was finally on deck she looked at me with a tired smile.
'We are going to have a serious amount of paperwork on our hands SA
Kiwiphile.'
'Well the bad news is that SA Proxicom hasn't reported in. The good news
is that
we're on a flight to DC, our next lead is there. Guess we'll be at the
dinner party
after all.'
I had to sit down all of a sudden. Her voice sounded like it was coming
from the
end of a long tunnel. Looking down to my left side I saw a bloom of blood
spreading from under my shirt.
'Um, SAC SaraZ? I forgot to wear my Kevlar vest, can I borrow a hanky?'
From: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Jan-21 12:00 am
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
"Oh crap." I said. As I pulled Agent Kiwiphiles shirt up, she
groggily looked up at
me and said, "Hey, I like you and all, but not like that..."
and promptly began a
descent into unconsciousness. I dialed 911 as I applied pressure to the
wound.
The bullet had torn through skin and muscle, but it looked like it went
clean
through w/o hitting any organs. Basically, it was a really bad grazing.
As long as
Agent Kiwiphile didn't lose too much blood she should be okay.
I looked at my watch. It had been thirty seconds since I called 911 and
there
was still no ambulance, dammit. I got impatient, tore off a strap from my
overalls
and used it to tie around a wadded up a strip of Agent Kiwiphiles trench
coat to
the wound, as I carried her to the car. Boy was she gonna be pissed about
her
coat when she came to.
From: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Jan-21 12:09 am
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Later... at one of the hospitals in San Diego that had no involvement
with our
case...
"Kiwi, wake up.." I said softly as I noticed the agent who had
saved my life
coming around. "You know Skinner is gonna be pretty pissed about you
not
wearing a vest."
Agent Kiwiphile managed a slight grin. "Damn, what time is it? We
have to catch
a flight to DC."
"Don't worry. We're catching a later one. And I found the log book,
in that
compartment. From what I've read so far, it's just a bunch of regular,
typical
boat trip crap. But I'm only halfway through. You're going to live, by
the way.
Unfortunately there's no word from Agent Proxicom yet. If she doesn’t'
make
contact in the next twelve hours, we'll have to put an APB out on
her."
"Damn." Kiwiphile said grimly.
"Anyway. You'll be okay to get out of here as soon as they run some
more
bloodwork on you. Make sure there's no infection, blood poisoning, etc.
And I
got you a scrip filled for some painkillers. But you're still going to be
sore as hell
for awhile."
From: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Jan-21 12:31 am
To: ALL
TO: SA Craig Willmore
CC: SAC Jadzia
FROM: SA Sara Zeuty
SUBJECT: SA Kiwiphile
Agent Willmore,
I just wanted to brief you on some things. First, we obtained the logbook
from
the ship. At this time, we have just begun reading through it. Second, we
met up
with armed resistance. Agent Kiwiphile was shot, but she is in good
condition.
We will be arriving in DC shortly, hopefully with Agent Proxicom, who is
currently
MIA. Hope it's just a cell phone problem. We're going to give her some
more time
before issuing an APB.
-SAC Sara Zeuty
From: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
Jan-21 1:04 am
To: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
The flight back to Dc was not bumpy, something I appreciated. I kept
dozing off,
but I made a valiant effort to help SAC SaraZ with the stack of paperwork
she
had going.
'Every bullet has to be accounted for SA Kiwiphile,' she said as she
threw down
another mouthful of peanuts.
We had been bumped up to business class by the airline, and were getting
the
royal treatment because of my injury.
I sat there trying not to worry about what AD Skinner would say to me
when he
heard I wasn't wearing my vest. I usually do, but had taken it off when I
was
cleaning up our trashed rooms back at the Comity. By now THE MAN had
probably bought a red marker pen labeled 'SA Kiwiphile' especially for my
files.
We arrived in DC and headed straight to rendezvous with Tai Jackson.
He had arranged to meet us in a disused warehouse in downtown.
'Great' muttered SaraZ, 'another empty location where anyone could spring
a
surprise visit.'
Tai lead us to a basement which was full of state of the art computer
gear. No
wonder he liked TLG, they had a lot in common.
He pulled out a bottle of Dr Pepper from a cooler by his chair and
started to tell
us what he knew.
'OK, first of all, that ship you thought you saw in the photo isn't a
ship', he
spread a dozen or so satellite photographs on the table in front of us
and
switched on a light. Bathed in the orangey glow of that single bulb, we
examined the pictures. 'These are pictures of the 'Science vessel' that
boarded
the Windsong. That, Agents, is a meteorite. About seven feet by eight
across,
and four feet deep. Shortly after they pulled it on board, the Windsong
came
astern of them and was attacked.'
He pointed to each photograph. My blood ran cold. More than thirty men in
fatigues boarded the Windsong, and the last picture showed them being
lead,
hands on heads, onto the larger ship.
'what happened to them?' I knew he wouldn't know, but I had a bad feeling
about those greenies and their fate.
'The satellite moved out of range just after that last picture. It was
blind fluke
that we got what we have.'
SaraZ paced around like a cat. She was getting twitchy. 'What can you
tell us
about that meteorite?'
Tai smiled, he was getting off on all this cloak and dagger stuff. I
momentarily
pictured myself at home on Willmore's sofa, drinking a large martini
while Craig
cooked dinner.
'You've heard of filoviruses right?'
'Ebola, Hantavirus, Marburg's, get on with it Mr. Jackson.'
SaraZ was impatient to solve this case before our dinner engagement I
guess.
or maybe it was her style in interviewing. All fuzzy from painkillers, I
smiled, I
was happy to be nice cop.
Tai grabbed a file. 'It's all in here. There's a theory that filoviruses
are the oldest
virus on the planet. They are incredibly deadly, which makes them
efficient, over
97% of sufferers die, and very few people have an immunity. So far,
no-one has
discovered where this virus originated, they've theorized that its
monkey's, bats,
even a government lab. But since its been around for thousands of years,
a few
of us got to thinking....what if it was from off world? Think about it,
the virus is
too deadly for its own good. The 'flu is smarter, its victims stay alive
and spread
it around. With a thread virus the spread is contained because victims
die too
fast.
But now that humans have more technology, they travel further and faster,
the
potential is there for it to spread. my theory is that it hasn't had a
chance to
develop for this planet yet.'
SaraZ rounded on him with a sharp gaze, 'Tai, will you please explain
what this
has to do with a METEORITE!'
Tai landed his finishing blow. 'Simple, that's how the viruses got here.
In space
rocks. Viruses remain dormant until they are introduced to a living cell.
All kinds
of them could be sitting at the bottom of the ocean. I think your
mysterious
friends have found a new one, one that they want to keep a very big
secret.'
I looked at SaraZ. 'Have you ever heard of the Orville Institute?'
'Yes, its a medical research.... ' she trailed off, ' I guess we need to
pay them a
visit, if you're up to it.'
'What the hey, I've had my 'flu shots.'
Nobody laughed.
From: Jadzia (JADZIA00)
Jan-21 1:06 am
To: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
OOC . . . ROFLMAO!!! You can always make me laugh! I loved your tirade,
and
I've noticed the gun pointing too. I wonder if working on the Y-Files
qualifies us
for extra hazard pay . . . hmmm . . .
Still laughing,
Jadzia :)
From: Jadzia (JADZIA00)
Jan-21 1:31 am
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
To: SA Kiwiphile
Fr: SAC Jadzia
cc: SAC Sara, SA Craig Willmore, SA Proxicom
Re: Getting shot
If we had a video link for this message, you would see me rubbing my
temples
while reaching for the Excedrin. SA Kiwiphile, I'm very, very glad to
hear that
your wound was not serious. I thank both you and SAC Sara for getting
started
on the necessary paperwork. But please try to avoid seriously
life-threatening
situations for at least a few hours at a time, okay? Does the Interpol
agreement
allow for medical coverage? *sigh* I just really don't want to lose any
of you
guys.
Alrighty, since you are both back in D.C., please check in at TJEHB as
soon as
your investigation allows.
Brow furrowed with concern,
SAC Jadzia
From: Sara Kathryn Zeuty (SARAZ)
Jan-21 1:32 am
To: Morley Cigs (MORLEYCIGGS)
Hmm. I was just re-reading this thread and came across your post...
somehow I
missed it first time around..
Yer so cute ;)
*pinches your cheeks*
~SaraZ
antagonistic acts performed daily
From: PROXICOM
Jan-21 1:33 am
To: kiwiphile (IMALONE)
The Russian ocean liner which saw the ship was reported to be in
Murmansk. So
I flew overseas to interview the crew. I had the great good fortune to
find the
"Mirumir" in the harbour. Captain Gregori Ulianov was as
helpful as he could be.
He was such an old man that he could hardly remember the day before
yesterday, but he had enormous amount of anecdotes from his childhood.
The
information that can concern us is the following: he remember having seen
a
Minke whale fishing ship, but there have never been Minke whales at that
particular place. What is more they ( all skilled fishermen) have never
been able
to catch a single little fishie there. That part of the ocean seems to be
entirely
dead. So he wandered what this ship could do there. They tried to
transmit the
information to them on telegraph but there were no answer at all.
I thought it was not enough I had to interview other members of the crew.
I
went down to the canteens...but I could hardly belived my eyes. The staff
was
about
to die. Their face was full of inflections their eyes turned to red. One of
them was able to speak though, he told me:
"The epidemic kills fast, all of us got it except the captain, we
have only minutes
left." - that was true, two them really died meanwhile.
I rushed out to find the captain but he disappeared. There were nothing
to do
but fly home. I told the Russian bureau to post a corpse to the FBI
headquarters
for SaraZ to make an autopsy.