Star Trek: Terra Alpha

"Greytown"

An Ajem'dasis Acolyte was pacing back and forth as he guarded a prisoner in a ray shielded cell. His black and grey face mask and hood obscured his features, but the Cardassian ridges and 'spoon' were visible. His kilden hung at his hip and a shock baton was strapped to his leg.

"What makes this bozo so important anyway?" One of the Scion goons said as he wheeled a sealed crate past the cell.

"What's in those crates make that 'bozo' important." the Ajem'dasis said coldly. "Now get those to the shipping truck."

"Yeah yeah..." the goon muttered and continued to head to the freight elevator.

The prisoner was a tall, muscular man of Pacific Islander extraction, from the tattoos on his arms. On the work bench was a chemical lab, he was pouring a chemical into another container and then slid it into an oven like device. Moving over to another rack of chemicals he poured some silver liquid onto a long metal mold and placed another plate over top of it. A part of him really wanted to use what he was constructing to escape, but the Ajem'dasis guard would make that difficult. Picking up one of the almost finished devices, he activated it, on the surface it looked like a Kilden, but inside was a core of cortosis that would disrupt another kilden user's blade and allow the wielder to kill the other. It was a nasty weapon, but it was something only he and a few others could construct. Of course, the guard had one of these weapons, so using it against him was pointless. Plus his own mastery of the Iljuna was nowhere near what his jailer's was.

He did plan on ending his life, if he knew that it would matter. If he knew that it would actually accomplish something, he had seen others brought back with Ajem'dasis means, in cloned bodies and mentally corrupted. He still had his wits. He did hope that some of the messages he had attempted to send out actually made it through.

-- Meanwhile --

Clint and Selene left the SUV and as it cloaked behind them, Clint gave Selene a look. "Alright Black Widow, take the back entry, I'll take the roof. We meet up in the middle. Only way out is through here." he gestured to the driveway they arrived in. "No one leaves unless we take them with us." he gave her a wink. "Try to make it quick, they're dumb but they're tough here. Even a wounded animal can still sound an alarm."

“I’ll try to leave some for you.” Selene said with a smirk as she started off towards the back of the building.

There was a delivery truck parked at one of the loading docks. Using the small space between it and the building she slipped inside just as the freight elevator doors opened. A Scion stepped out pushing a cart carrying crate.

“Hey handsome is that for me?” Selene inquired with a sexy smile that took him off guard.

He hesitated as Selene stepped in close, thumbed out a disk, and slapped it on to him. He shook violently as the electric current coursed through his body and he fell to the floor unconscious.

“It’s your lucky day. Clint said I had to keep one of you alive.” Selene said as she slapped a transporter tag onto him. “Hopefully you’re worth something.”

Selene freed both her guns as she walked towards the freight elevator. Scans had picked up twenty five bodies and she’d only run into one on the ground floor.

“Ground floor secure and Headed to second.” Selene said as she stepped into the elevator.

Clint had quickly scaled the building and entered through the upper level windows. The sensors had cleared the floor, but he still was cautious, considering they probably had some form of portable sensors or those creepy Ajem'dasis could sense something. He opened his bow and nocked an arrow as he quietly made his way down to the 4th floor. There were two Scions in front of a console. He smirked as he put the arrow back into his quiver and swapped out the head. Whistling a tune that sounded like a bird chirping, he got their attention and let the arrow fly between them, the head split into two and sent out a taser charge that knocked both of them out.

"Two down..." Clint muttered and tapped his comm. "4th floor secure. Two knocked out. Beaming them to the Mount, I recognize these two." he glanced at them. "Been after them for questioning for almost a year for another case." sliding a small device onto the console he tapped into their feed and had it displayed on his glasses new HUD. "I've got security cams. Stay to the shadows, they're shit but they could see everything."

“They were loading crates into a truck.” Selene informed him as the elevator arrived at the second floor. “I’m at the second floor on the elevator. See anything?”

"Five guys... no... ten." Clint said as he panned the cameras around. "Third floor seems to be where the majority are, they're guarding someone there. Must be our HVT."

“Meet me on third?” Selene inquired as she pushed the button.

"Of course." Clint said as he mapped out where everyone was. "I won't hit the third until you're done with the second."

“You better get moving I’m already headed to three Cross.” Selene said matter of fact.

"I'll be there in a minute..." Clint said as he fed a loop onto the security monitors... just in case someone remotely was monitoring. Running down the corridor and leaping over the side rail of the staircase leading to the 3rd floor he dropped down and used a dart on his wrist launcher to take out a Scion, while he fired a synapse disruptor arrow at a really large goon. "Four." he reported and smiled."Lot of admin staff... wonder what the hell they're making here."

“About to find out.” Selene said as the elevator came to a stop on the third floor and the doors lifted up. No one looked in her direction as she stepped out they were clearly expecting the Scion she’d removed to return quickly. “I have eyes on target.” Selene whispered into her comm.

She thumbed the safety off on her guns and opened fire on the Scions. Each shot hit them between the eyes as she moved into the room both weapons firing in rapid succession.