"Not the Usual Suspects"

[Kansas_Jones 0]

11.09.07

USS Agincourt NCC-81762

“Not the Usual Suspects”

 

************

====Agincourt Internal Comm====

===Tango Delta Niner Clearance===

===Comm Line KG-54358===

 

To: Command: Harper, Colonel C.E., Day, Lieutenant Colonel T’Loren

Cc: Battalion Squad Leaders: Rieve, Major Hanna-Beth, Merril, Marine Captain David, Matthews, First Lieutenant Owen

Re: NNC Holodeck

 

The NNC Holodeck is now cleared by security for general use.

 

Please note that security, in the interest of safety and to avoid a repeat performance of the unfortunate training incident, will be monitoring the identification log on signatures of anyone using the facilities until further notice

 

- Lieutenant JoNs

Security Chief

 

====Agincourt Internal Comm====

===Tango Delta Niner Clearance===

===Comm Line KG-54358===

 

************

JoNs sent the memo off that released the NNC holodeck to general use - and really, the full investigation had only compromised it for a period of two weeks - with a sigh, and then turned her attention back to the ongoing NNC sabotage case. She entered her personal codes, and the evidence gathered so far as well as the timeline of the investigation obediently popped up onto her desk console screen. The feline security officer really wasn’t happy with anything that they had found so far - the so called evidence that they had been working with was too easy and too convenient, and that bothered her. The NNC holodeck safeties had been compromised by a professional, someone who knew their way around the internal systems. And that someone was not her midshipman.

 

Every officer on the security force knew a little something about computer systems, as it applied to security bypasses and such. One or two, such as Kansas herself, had more refined, ahem, hacker type abilities. Likewise, the perpetrator that they were hunting had a more refined knowledge of the internal ships computer systems, and O’Brien’s biographical information did not fit within these parameters.

 

And what made the feline security chief so sure of this? The saboteur responsible for the holo-accident had been so thorough covering their tail that he or she had actually made the mistake of setting up a fall guy. A new middy comes up through the ranks, and then has a run in with the marine battalion – he makes the perfect target for a take down, doesn’t he? And that’s why O’Brien’s DNA signature ended up all over the place.

 

And if you really wanted to commit the so called master crime, then you just did it. Why waste the extra time and energy with getting the information in play to have a ready made scape goat?

 

JoNs was also convinced that the saboteur had targeted the marines on purpose, and would probably strike again if given half the chance.

 

Regardless, this was all speculation. Other then the DNA trail, and some weak speculations regarding patrol routes showing the midshipman as elsewhere (which, really, could have been forged as well), and a strange random DNA signature that had also appeared along with O’Brien’s, security really had nothing to go on. Lieutenant Nimetti and MCPO Keltex were currently following up on the alternate signature angle, which seemed like a strong possibility to garner some answers from, so hopefully that would lead somewhere.

 

Kansas herself was reading through the biographies of the Agincourt crew, looking for something, anything, that would point to someone that had the skills to manipulate the computer systems as well as plant DNA signature evidence. Unfortunately, she was starting to go cross eyed and gods help her if she read one more psychological profile. Now this was dry reading. She had started to fully concentrate on the engineering biographies about three hours ago; in the back of her mind she was convinced that if anyone had the ability to manipulate the systems, it had to be one of the resident grease monkeys.

 

Another investigative path she was planning to explore was to have her officers check again with engineering, in order to see if anything new had come from the diagnostics that Lieutenant Kassem had performed on the ship wide systems, and if medical and sciences could do anything with the unknown DNA signature that Nimetti had stumbled across.

 

The feline had been ordered to check with Sciences anyway regarding the rather abrupt appearance of the long lost Lieutenant Commander Prell. It had been a hell of an entrance; the man had appeared out of thin air on the bridge. Had it been a vortex? A dimensional gateway? Whatever – she was a security officer, not a science geek. She’d leave the speculations and mathematics to the mad scientists. She was very glad for Prell’s return to the ‘Court however.

 

And, two days from now, further adding to her command ulcer, Kansas was due at the Colonels Mast ceremony to defend O’Brien. Even though she enforced the law regularly, and had been trained in the ways of law, she was not by any means a JAG officer. Granted, she could always perform a séance and channel the spirit of Samuel T. Cogley, or something.

 

The security officer’s gaze abruptly shot to the chronometer on her desk, and she cussed under her breath. She was due in the NNC for training shortly. With an annoyed shake of her head, JoNs quickly and efficiently placed her desk console on standby and encrypted the system.

 

She exited the offices to go change, muttering to herself the whole way. “I should be researching…not getting pulled constantly to go play paddy cake with the marines….regulations can kiss my furred….,” her voice rose to her normal tone as she threw a parting glance over her shoulder, “Petty Officer Katt, you have the offices. Comm me if you need me, I’ll be in the NNC.”