Old Friends

Posted on Sun Sep 6th, 2009 @ 11:11pm by Commander Acle Walex

Mission: Into a Devil's Heart
Location: CIO Office
Timeline: MD03 1300

Acle entered his office. Immediately upon arrival, he turned and locked the the hatch against further intrusions.

"Computer. Kill the lights." he said.

A soft beep resounded through the room and the lights slowly started to dim. Before they went out totally, Acle had reached his desk and he turned on the lamp that rested on one corner. He made his way around the massive desk and took a seat on his comfortable chair. Leaning back, and kicking his feet up, he activated the console.

"Computer." Acle began once again. "Activate musical playlist Charlie."

Soft instrumentals started to drift through the room. Unlike some starfleet officers, Acle preferred a little bit harder an instrumental then others. Drums could be heard as well as violins, guitars mixing it with flutes.

Acle turned to his console, which, by this time had fully activated. Acle activated a holographic keyboard so that he would not have to lean forward and entered in his absurdly long password. A prompt appeared informing him that he would have to come up with yet another absurdly long password soon. Acle filed the information away and decided to take care of it later.

Acle glanced at the many reports on his desk, carefully organized by priority, then looked to his message inbox. He smiled slightly, then continued on with his rogue action and entered to look at his messages. Various messages awaited his attention. A priority message from Starfleet Intelligence Command awaited his reading. Upon opening it, Acle found the charts that he had requested of the immediate area. Filing that away for later use, Acle continued down his list. Three personal messages awaited his reading as well. One of them was an invitation of lunch from the Station's CIO. Such a thing was tradition if not required when two higher-ranking intelligence officers ran into each other. Moreso, Harthage was an old acquaintance. In fact, they had been in the same advanced intelligence class at the academy. At the end of his message there was an addendum.

"Our old man has a present that he has entrusted to me for you~Tim"

Acle read the last line several times before exiting that message. It was obviously code of some type, "our old man" could only indicate their mutual boss, Starfleet Internal Affairs Chief. As for what the present could possibly be... Acle had no idea. He would find out, however.

Acle opened up the next of the three personal messages. This one brought a smile to his face as soon as he saw the sender. He read the long message from his mother, then typed his own reply. His reply took nearly fifteen minutes to come up, an age for someone as fast at imputing data as Acle was. He sent it on the way, his smile still held on his face.

He opened the last of the personal messages, noting the sender was blank. Although this was not normal, neither was it instantly suspicious. As it was tagged as personal, it was not required to have either a subject or a sender. However, Acle had learned to be paranoid to a certain degree. His eyes opened wide as he began to read the message.

"Acle," it began.

"It has been a long time since last I saw you. Since it seems like we are crossing paths at the Ronin, I thought it would be nice to meet with you. Say, 1500 the day after you arrive at the primary lounge? Don't keep me waiting Ace..."

Acle's eyes scanned the bottom frantically and then fixed upon the name there.

"Sam."

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Lieutenant Commander Acle Walex
Acting Executive Officer / Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Iapetus