Undercover (Part Three)

Beverly and I are not in a pleasant situation right now, thank you for asking.

After going undercover as members of the criminal organisation the Evil Force, we have discovered that the leader is no other than Admiral Jensen, Head of Starfleet Special Operations, who sent us on this mission.

What a shambles.

"Why did you send us on this mission, Jensen?" I ask him.

"To get you two and to destroy Starfleet" he says evilly, "To have the Captain of the Enterprise here and to be inside Starfleet will give me access to so many things!"

He sounds like he's been out in the sun too long. Why are evil villains not rational thinking?

"We are expendable" Beverly says to him, "Starfleet will just write us off and hunt you vermin down!"

Steady on, Bev, we don't want to get him cross.

"Brave words, Doctor" says Jensen, "But the aquisition of you two plus the forthcoming destruction of Starfleet, when I start placing members of the Evil Force around in key positions, will only be a matter of time!"

Another chance for a mad laugh from all the members of the Evil Force in the room. It sounds like the monkey house at the local zoo.

"Options?" I whisper to Beverly.

She looks surprised.

"None!" she replies.

Both of us get the idea that a date together in the Enterprise holodeck is looking very slim for the future.

Suddenly, the room is filled with Starfleet officials who have beamed in, armed with phasers.

The round up the Evil Force and take them away.

"What is going on? " I ask Admiral Buchanon, Head of Starfleet Security, who was there with the others who beamed in.

"We've had our eye on Jensen for some time" he told me, "When he said he wanted to use you to infiltrate the Evil Force, we guessed what he was up to. Just before you left, we planted a tracker on you to find the base."

"Why didn't you tell us?" I protested.

"Well, Captain" he smiled, "We wanted you to look naturally worried. You might not have been, had we told you that you had a tracker fitted on."

"Thanks a lot!" I say drily.

"Thank you, Captain Picard and Doctor Crusher" he says, "You have done Starfleet a great service."

He walks off.

"If he ever comes on the Enterprise" says Beverly, with a snarl, "He'd better hope he never has a medical check-up!"

"That's my Bev!" I tell her.