"Being Watched"

Posted on Sun Oct 11th, 2020 @ 7:02pm by Lieutenant Flowerpetal Sheme

546 words; about a 3 minute read

“Being Watched”
A DJL between Lt. Flowerpetal Sheme and Ensign Braitha

Ensign B'Raitha glanced down to his communicator, his ears pirched forward, listening to the alert. He lookd back up at Flower and Casius. "WE should get over to Paris HQ," he said to Flower.

"Why do you not wait here," Casius asked, now deeply concerned for his daughter. He then nodded as he saw the look in both of their eyes. "Of course. You are both Starfleet officers and it is your duty. Go, but... be safe."

“It’s our duty father. I will be fine,” she quickly nuzzles her father than ran with b’raitha.

The two exited the Catonian Embassy and turned toward Starfleet's Paris HQ. It was two blocks from the Palais Da'Laconcourde. B'Raitha glanced skyward. He knew the protective shield would now be around the city. but if any buildings would have been hit, the smoke would be rising in the sky. Thankfully he saw none.

They quickly made their way down the street, then the Caitian slowed. HIs nose twitching, and his ears swiveling back and forth.

"I think we're being followed," B'Raitha told Flower.

Flower looked up at him, “You might be right. As I was making the drinks earlier, I felt eyes on the ambassador and us,” she whispered.

"Well, if they were on the ambassador, they're on us now," B'Raitha said. "I caught the scent before we went into the embassy, and now I smell it again. Very distinct."

“How should we handle this? I don’t have my phaser on me right now,” she asked quietly.

"This way," the Caitian said, making a quick right turn, no longer headed in the direction of HQ.

As they hurrried down the street, B'Raitha watched the stores across the street to see if he could see anyone in the reflection. Finally he did.

"Yes, we're definitely being followed," he commented. "Looks like an elderly Terran woman, though she moves quickly for one."

“Maybe we can approach her and ask her why she’s following us?” She suggested.

"One more turn," B'Raitha said. "I think there is someone following the woman."

“Who could that be?” She wondered.

"One person at a time," B'Raitha said as they made their next turn. They walked partially down the block, then stopped and turned in the direction they had come. Less than thrity second later the woman appeared around the corner. Her eyes went wide when she saw the two felinoids waiting for her. She immediately made a left to go to the opposite side of the street.

“Wait! We just want to talk!” She called to the woman.

B'Raitha moved quickly and darted across the street to cut the woman off. When she saw she was trapped between Flower and B'Raitha, she reached inside her cloak and was gone in the shimmer of a transporter effect.

B'Raitha saw another figure approach. It was a Terran male, younger than the woman and more impeccably dressed. He flashed B'Raithat a smile and an ID, and then also disappeared in the swirl of a transporter beam.

Flower caught up with him, “Who was that?”

"Starfleet Intelligence," B'Raitha replied, still a little bit astonished. He snapped out of it and said, "Come on, let's get to HQ."

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