An arrival

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Brennan stepped off of his shuttle. He'd arrived at the detention centre a terrorist was being held at.

 

"Welcome sir." The warden said as he shook his hand.

 

"Enough small talk. I want everything you have on this klingon. I want to know where the orders for this escapade came from, how they did it, who helped them, everything."

 

"But of course, please come to my offic-"

 

"No." Brennan sharply cut him off. "I want to see him, now. I've got a lot to do and not much time to do it in. Get me a translator and his doctor. I want to nail this Klingon's arse to the wall." The investigator stormed into the compound, carrying a bag over his shoulder.

 

"What's his problem?" The warden asked the pilot of the shuttle.

 

"Guy's really dedicated to the job I guess. That and he had to miss his daughter's wedding to come to this."

 

"Really?"

 

"Yeah, he says its another Brit that she's hooked up with, a lab-geek named Images"

 

"Great. Not only have we got an impetuous man in charge of the investigation, he's gonna be grumpy too."

 

The pilot shrugged and the warden walked into the compound.