Written By The Victors II

 Episode Name:  Written By The Victors II

   Written By:  Starfleet

         Cast:  Danvers, Duncan, Fioravanti, Foster, Green, 
                Krylow, Starfleet, Takamura and Tyler.

  Produced By:  Starfleet

  Directed By:  Tyler

     Aired On:  Sun Oct 31 22:27:56 2004

     Stardate:  54501.1

Time: Sat Oct 30 20:44:58 2004

Stardate: 54498.4

When we last left our intrepid adventurers, Takamura, Foster, Krylow and Tyler were standing over the older corpse of Golden. Now that the building is secure, Takamura has ordered half of the team to return uptime. The time pod is still currently MIA. Rasmussen's assistant is stunned and stuffed into the trunk of a ground car outside the warehouse.

Foster just continues to stare at the body of Golden for several long moments after the others have returned uptime. He's grieving, of course, but he realizes that he really doesn't have time for anything more specific than what he's thinking at the moment. He draws his tricorder out again, and commences to scanning once again: tracking nearby lifeforms, and keeping a particular eye on the lifesigns of the fellow in the trunk of the ground car, to see if/when the man will be waking up.

. o O Foster thinks "I don't know what to think about this. I mean, he must have been on a mission of Timefleet, right? And, at his age... well, he must have survived the invasion, if there was an invasion. what a shame. To survive the Lithians only to die /now/."

Takamura can't believe his eyes. After staring at the corpse for what seems like an eternity, he finally composes himself. Reaching into a pocket, he pulls out a tricorder to scan the older version of his friend and former commander. While he takes his scans, he looks over to the others to see how they are holding up.

<CONTEST> Foster contests his Personal Equipment (Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

Krylow continues where he left off, not worrying so much about the commander he barely knew, but rather making his way around the inside of the building, looking other things while bearing his weapon.

<CONTEST> Tyler contests her Personal Equipment (Temporal Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Takamura contests his Personal Equipment (Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

"The man in the trunk will be waking in about ten minutes," Foster says, not taking his eyes from the tricorder. "We'll need to make a decision what to do about him before then." He mutters, mostly to himself, "Too bad Doc or our new Medic couldn't come along."

Tyler tries not to look down at Golden. She swallows with an audible click and forces herself to look away. She turns her tricorder to the warehouse. "I-I've got a chronal buildup. It's probably the pod returning," she reports to Takamura.

Takamura does not look too thrilled by the results he's gotten. Glancing to the others, he says, "Alright. With the pod on its way back, let's find places to hide in case someone is inside it. For now, we'll leave the body where it is and keep our prisoner confined in the vehicle outside."

"Aye, sir," Foster says. He asks, of Tyler, "Do we have a location where it's likely to appear? So we know where to hide?"

Tyler scans about with the tricorder and gestures toward an empty spot in the warehouse. "Right here," she says. "When the time pod left the Enterprise, it was empty. However, we could duck behind those crates just to be safe. Or in the quarters area." She looks toward Takamura.

Takamura litens to Tyler, then points toward the crates. "We'll hide over there. Be ready for anything."

"Or it could have made a pickup en-route," Foster says with a shrug. Following Takamura's orders, he heads towards the crates, but he continues to keep an eye on the readings on his tricorder.

Tyler follows behind Foster, ducking out of sight behind the crates. She continues to monitor the readings on her tricorder.

Takamura closes his tricorder, stows it and draws his phaser. Then, the big man takes up his own position behind the crates, keeping his eyes on the empty space where the pod should arrive.

A few moments later and without fanfare, there is a sparkle of blue energy, the pod appears with a soft hiss. The silver pod is smaller than a shuttle, and it tapers to a point in the front. The back side is flat and featureless, that is, until a hatch opens on the back of it. The soft hum of the pod fills the quietness of the warehouse.

<CONTEST> Foster contests his Personal Equipment (Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

Foster's first reaction is to swing his tricorder towards the newly-arrived pod. Several careful seconds later, Foster reports, "No life forms detected within the pod."

"That's our pod," states Tyler, master of Time and the Obvious.

Foster adds, snickering quietly at Tyler's comment, "Roughly 8 minutes before the fellow in the trunk regains consciousness."

"Orders, sir?" Tyler asks Takamura, looking to him from behind the crate.

As the others announce the good news, Takamura comes out of hiding while putting the phaser away. "Krylow. Get your explosives and begin setting charges inside the craft. Tyler, see if you can figure out how to send the pod somewhere safe to detonate the thing. Foster. The two of us will get our friend out, tie him up and bring him back inside. We might need to interogate him when he wakes up."

Tyler nods once. She makes her way into the pod and sits down at the controls. She starts to scan them with her tricorder as well as the old-fashioned approach when faced with hardware without a user's manual. Punch and Pray.

Foster stands back up, and begins to make his way back out, mostly by heading to the door and then checking the old-fashioned way for other people. Not that they wouldn't have been seen by his tricorder already. "I do have to wonder, sir..." He pauses. "If we're going to be able to figure out a way to send the pod somewhere where it can be detonated, why not use the same process, but find a way to make use of it?"

Duncan has arrived.

Takamura follows Foster towards the door after checking on Tyler and Krylow. "Because our orders are to destroy the vessel. Besides, we have to try minimize our use of the pod so we don't contaminate ourselves more than we already have."

Krylow steps out from his hiding place, suitcase of explosives in hand. He moves over near the pod, eyeing it briefly before setting the suitcase down on the floor and kneeling. He pops the lid and opens it and pulls out several charges. With those in hand he heads for the pod.

"But, if we send the pod away, how will we know it detonated safely?" Foster asks, ever the devil's advocate. "I mean, any place safe enough to deal with the total possible output of such a detonation is probably going to be outside of safe scanning distance of conventional technology too. And Cassandra can't scan the pod." Once he's sure it's 'safe' he heads towards the boot of the car where our 'guest' is still unconscious.

"I think we're good to go," Wendy says as she appears at the door. She snaps her tricorder shut. "Hiroshi, I'm sending it to our time and to Sector Alpha Eight Six. We've got a sensor array pointed in that direction, and the sector is uninhabited. What are we going to do about the guy in the car?" she asks.

Krylow finishes settings the charges, timers and related equipment. He sets out of the pod and nods to Takamura. "The charges all set and primed sir. We're ready to roll." A quick push with his foot sends the now empty suitcase sliding over to the wall out ofthe way and he moves to wait off to the side.

Takamura glances over to Tyler. "That sounds great, Wendy. That should work well. As for our friend, I think we should leave him tied up here in the warehouse. At least well enough for us to make our exit. Any recommendations on what to do with Golden?"

Tyler says to Takamura, "We should take Golden with us and decide from there. We should consider taking the other guy with us too, Lieutenant. He might know something about what happened with Golden." She leaves the ball in Takamura's court, however.

Foster, in the meantime, is considering the best way to get the dead weight out of the trunk of the car. He's not got the strength of the average Vulcan, after all. So, he starts by hooking his arms under the armpits and around the shoulders of the fellow, to heave that part of him out.

Krylow spots Foster struggling with the limp man, and heads over that way to help out while Tak and Tyler figure out the plan. Foster's got the guy's upper body, so when Krylow gets there he grabs the guy's feet.

Takamura tilts his head slightly as he considers Tyler's suggestion. "If bringing him with us won't cause complications, then we'll do it. Foster, Krylow. Put our guest over near Golden. And find something to secure him with."

"We'll have to keep him sedated," Tyler says. She makes her way over toward Golden, trying to keep her eyes off of him. "The pod should jump in sixty seconds."

Foster nods his thanks to Krylow, and carries the fellow off towards the room. After laying him down, he asks, "Do we even know who he is? I mean, he didn't have a temporal signature, did he?"

Krylow doesn't really worry about who the guy is, and instead looks around the warehouse for rope or something like that. He finds something left off in the corner and heads back over to begin binding the man hand and foot.

Takamura cracks open his own case, withdrawing a hypospray. Heading to the unconscious man, he presses the medical device to his throat. "He was dragging the body of Golden out of here, so he must know something about his demise. We have to find out what he knows. We can always erase his memory and return him later."

With the same lack of fanfare as it appeared, the pod's door seals and it glitters in a blue haze. It winks out of the warehouse. "Let's get out of here," Tyler says.

Krylow stands from tying up the man and nods to Tyler. "Ready when you are sir."

Foster moves to the opposite side of both bodies, and say, "Ready, sir."

Takamura quickly glances around to make sure they have collected all their gear. Once he's sure they have, he gives Tyler the thumbsup. "Let's go home."

Tyler pushes the button on her temporal tricorder. The ball of light so familiar to the Timefleet crew coalesces and grows, until it consumes them in a flash.

With all bureaucracies, there is a lag between thought and action. So mote it be with Timefleet. The time pod is destroyed and confirmed by DTI. Golden and the Professor's assistant have been kept in stasis since the crew returned from the mission. The team has tended to other pressing business in the meantime; crew rotations, induction of new members.

Tyler assembles the crew in Science Lab Two. She summarizes the situation for everyone without unnecessary additional exposition. "And that's the situation," she says. "I think it's about time we try to figure out what happened with our former commanding officer. I took the liberty of downloading logs from the time pod, too, for analysis." She sets a tricorder down on the lab table.

Takamura listens carefully to Tyler's words before speaking up. "Have you found anything interesting in those logs before we begin t oquestion our guest?"

"Just to be sure, have there been any temporal effects of extracting this fellow from the timestream?" Foster asks.

Fioravanti remains in the back, out of the way, apparently attempting to blend into the woodwork while the situation is explained.

Green settles back against the wall to listen, arms folded across her chest. Her gaze moves to each person as they speak, briefly flicking toward Fioravanti with a rueful expression.

"I've only done some preliminary analysis of the logs, and the one thing I can say for sure is that Rasmussen lied to. It's not from the 26th century, but the 25th. 2410, to be precise," Tyler says. She looks to Duncan for the answer to Foster's question.

Krylow is standing more towards the back himself. Unlike Foster or Takamura, he doesn't pose any questions to Tyler. Instead he stands there, arms crossed while listening to the senior officers fire questions back and forth.

<CONTEST> Duncan contests his History (Federation) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

Duncan scans through the logs quickly and something occurs to him when Foster's question comes up. "There would be no untoward effects to his presence, However he should be returned to his own period as soon as possible."

Takamura quirks a brow at Tyler's further explanation. "The 25th Century. If the pod is from 2410, then that could account for the apparent age of Golden. Ensign Fioravanti. I want you to scan Golden's body to attempt to figure out his physical age. Perhaps we can determine if in fact he was the original pilot of the pod. Mr. Duncan, if you could check the body's temporal signature for cross-referencing Mr. Fioravanti's results."

Fioravanti dips her head to Takamura and heads off to do just that, wherever that body may be.

Tyler moves to a terminal and taps into it. Golden's body materializes on a lab bench a few meters away. Tyler bites her lip to maintain her scientific emotional detachment as she approaches Golden's corpse.

GAME: Tyler spends a courage point.

Green glances toward the corpse, then around at the various team members, mostly watching their faces, their eyes.

Takamura takes a deep breath as Tyler activates the transport sequence. As he releases it slowly, he face becomes an unreadble mask. However, he does try not to spend too much time looking at or near the corpse.

<CONTEST> Fioravanti contests her Medical Sciences (General Medicine) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

Duncan glances over at the corpse and mutters something quietly to himself as he moves over to the side opposite where Fioravanti is working in order to take a scan of his own.

. o O Takamura thinks "Alright, Hiroshi, game face. Got to be strong and keep it in check. You have to look good in front of the troops."

Duncan reveals his Tricorder.

<CONTEST> Duncan contests his Personal Equipment (Temporal Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

Krylow glances down to the body, eyeing it briefly. There's not really any emotion there since he barely new the old Commander. He remains quiet while the others go to work, watching and waiting.

Foster comments, watching Golden's body sadly. "I'm kind of surprised Doc isn't here for this, especially after how he acted when you guys were hit by the Iconian weapon." But he doesn't move any closer. He's had more time to grieve now, but he hasn't had to face the subject since then. It proves to cause some difficulty.

Foster blinks for a moment, and then steps over towards Duncan. That curiousity of his has popped onto his face, but surely at least some of it is distracting himself, "Sir?"

Fioravanti seems to be at least a little sensitive to the mood of many of the team members. However, she works quickly, quietly and respectfully. "Sirs," she calls to Takamura and Tyler, "The gentleman is about 60 years of age, which should match up properly."

Duncan checks the calibration on his temporal tricorder and mutters something else that doesn't sound complimentary about recent stasis technology before checking one of the apparently spurious readings. "The Stasis field appears to have made getting an accurate tricorder reading nearly impossible."

Takamura seems to wince slightly at Foster's reference to the Iconian Weapon. There is a little flash of something in his eyes, but he maintains his composure. If nothing else, he becomes more stoic. His only response to Fioravanti is a slight nod. He then casts a glance to Duncan.

Foster asks of the Special Agent in Charge, "I was wondering if you could show me specifically what you're doing, what you're looking for." He goes on to explain: "One of the things Lieutenant Golden told me long ago was that, eventually, members of the TRT and the DTI should be interchangeable skill-wise. And, since I'm doing training for TRT, I thought... well, if I could take a look and see, I might get a chance at it?"

Green glances toward Duncan, then Fioravanti, then Foster, and back to the combat medic, a pleasant drilling gaze resting on the woman.

GAME: Foster spends a courage point.

Krylow listens to Foster chatter on at Duncan, a little smile playing at the edge of his lips. As Foster finishes up he turns to Tyler and Takamura. "Is there something I can take a look at? Something along engineering lines?" He's still stanind at the back, more or less out of the way.

Duncan passes his temporal tricorder over to Foster. "Certainly worth a shot."

Foster nods, "Thanks, sir." He shares the tricorder with the Agent, just to make sure he's doing it right.

<CONTEST> Foster (claiming advantage) contests his Personal Equipment (Temporal Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Succeeds!

Takamura watches the exchange between Duncan and Foster with a small smile. Turnig his head towards Krylow, he nods. "Yes. You could begin examing the pods logs for any clues to its origins and destinations."

"I think..." Foster says. "I think I might be able to weed out some of the interference, sir." He plucks his own tricorder from his belt and scans Golden's body with it, then transfers the information from tricorder to temporal tricorder. He punches a few buttons, using more luck than skill, and says, "Sir, am I reading this right?" He looks at Duncan, then over at Tyler, "If I'm reading this right, it says that the temporal signature is from roughly the time we're talking about. 2410."

Duncan watches Foster key the tricorder expertly, nodding his appreciation at the technique displayed. "Yes, I'd say you've hit it spot on. Store that sequence for me Caleb, I'm going to program some variations on it for later use."

"Yes, sir," Foster replies. He uses his own tricorder to do the recording, again transferring the data to the temporal tricorder. "Thank you for letting me give it a shot, sir." He seems content with that, to step back.

Fioravanti steps back and looks between the other members of the team. Green gets a small smile, very small.

Green shifts a few steps sideways. Green whispers to Fioravanti, "Can you tell how he died?"

Tyler nods a few times at Foster. "So, okay, we have a sixty-year-old Golden and a time pod from the same time. It doesn't explain much what he was doing then and there." She looks down at the body stoically, then looks to Green. "We should wake up our professor's friend. Suggestions for keeping him in the dark while we interrogate him?"

Krylow nods to Hiroshi and moves to a console and begins to look at the log information that Takamura instructs him to look into.

Fioravanti nods slowly to Green and gestures to the chest. "GSW."

GAME: Krylow spends a courage point.

<CONTEST> Krylow (claiming advantage) contests his Shipboard Systems (Sensors) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

<CONTEST> Krylow (claiming advantage) contests his Shipboard Systems (Sensors) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

Takamura nods slowly as he hears the results of the scans. To Tyler, he replies. "Perhaps we can use just that. The dark. Put him in a room where he can barely make us out that is devoid of details. It will certainly keep him off kilter."

Foster comments, "Well, the obvious would be the holodeck. It would be possible to recreate an image of his timeframe. We could even put together a set of bright lights or something, as part of the interrogation. From what I understand, it was part and parcel of his world's standard interrogation techniques." Someone's been watching too many old vids.

Krylow eyes the logs for a few minutes, apparently tuning out the conversation. Finally he glances up to Takamura. "Not much to report. Just that it jumped back to the 2200's, then the 2300's and then the 2200's. That was all covered in the first brief though."

Green nods toward the medic, then glances round toward the others. "Sounds like a plan."

Tyler says, "Lt. Green, I'd like you to be in charge of the interrogation. Agent Duncan, Ensign Fioravanti, please accompany her. Prepare the holodeck and let's get some information. Dress appropriately."

Fioravanti dips her head to Takamura. "Of course, Sir." She moves to the door to wait for the others.

Green quirks an eyebrow at that, nods, and heads out the door.

Duncan follows the other two. At the door he pauses, looks back at the corpse of a friend and shakes his head sadly before turning and going out.

. o O Green thinks "SATs. Academy entrance exams. Interrogating a 23rd century hoodlum. Amazing what forms tests can take."

Krylow continues to work on the logs, looking fairly frustrated with the experience so far.

Foster walks over towards Krylow, noting his frustration, and asks, "Anything I can do to help?"

Tyler looks to the body of Golden again, then up at Takamura. She doesn't speak, however, keeping her thoughts and opinions about this closely guarded, lest she suddenly burst forth in a torrent of tears.

<CONTEST> Duncan contests his History (Federation) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

Duncan begins keying in parameters and pulling up small details to make the place relatively modern for the period but well used and certainly not spotlessly clean. A trash can with empty soft-drink containers, and crushed coffee cups along with wadded up reports along with various yellow legal-pad pages with what appear to be badly written "confessions" or the beginnings anyway. In the center of the room is a table, and empty pad of paper and a pencil. To either side are utilitarian chairs, one that squeaks at any movment. The suspect should be sitting on that one.

The prisoner is escorted in, still unconscious from the sedatives plus stasis. According to his New United Nations ID which was recovered by Donavon, his name is Carl Danvers. He's short and in his 40's, with cropped brown hair that recedes around the back of his head. His ears poke out further than other (more attractive) humans, and looks like in some twisted way, the entire species of the Ferengi were modeled after him personally (if it weren't for the fact that while humanity was still crawling out of the muck the Ferengi were setting up their first currency exchange).

Green glances toward Duncan, and beckons to him, moving to take a seat opposite the prisoner. "Brie."

Fioravanti slips over to the prisoner, apparently intending on making sure he wakes up for his little chat with Mr. Duncan. The medic is in a stylish, yet utilitarian and comfortable black suit with matching black shoes, white shirt, etc. Her hair's pulled back, as always.

Duncan nods to Green, loosens his tie and glancing briefly in the two-way mirror to make sure his shirt looks properly rumpled from a long day interviewing perps, notes that he doesn't look too bad without his spots, before taking a seat across the table from the person from whom he's here to obtain a confession.

<CONTEST> Fioravanti contests her Medical Sciences (General Medicine) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Succeeds!

Duncan reaches across the table and slaps the suspect hard enough that everyone's ears ring. (open handed, noisy, painful, but not terribly damaging) "Wake up scumbag, no sleeping until you tell us why you killed the old man."

Danvers's head rocks with the slap. He groggily starts to come around. "Hmnnngh?" He starts to blink his eyes against the light. "W-what? Where?"

Green straightens abruptly, her hand lashing sideways toward Duncan's. "You're going to get us in trouble. /Again/." She glances toward that mirror, before settling forward, clasping her hands, the very picture of perfectly neat cop in severe hair and suit.

Fioravanti steps back from the prisoner, moving off to the side where she can stand like a goon-golem.

Danvers asks, looking nervously back and forth, "Who the hell are you people?"

Duncan rolls his eyes. it's always the same..."You new kids dont know how to treat these worms." and then back to the perp. "No playing innocent vermin, we found your prints all over the corpse, and we found gunpowder on your hands."

Green shakes her head, glancing toward the prisoner. "We're the people who determine where you spend the rest of your life. Or if it lasts long enough to spend, Mr. Danvers." She glances toward Duncan, then back. "I'm afraid my partner is a little... perturbed with you at the moment."

Danvers splutters, "Corpse?! What are you talking about? I was.. Oh. Burlinghoff.... Oh. Um... I have rights!"

Fioravanti's voice may or may not be overheard. "Not if they don't know where you are," she murmurs, under her breath.

Duncan sighs and pulls out a standard waiver form and chuckles darkly. "See what I mean? They always pull that 'I have rights crap when they know we have them." then back he smiles back at the perp. "You waived your rights when the patrol officers picked you up. Now, the question is, do you want to do this the easy way, or do we just send you down to wait until Judge Wilson has time to sentence you?"

Green smiles gently, in odd contrast to her usual flat expression, and she sits back, stretching a bit. "Your choice, Mr. Danvers."

Danvers blinks several times. He asks nervously, "I, uh, did what? I don't remember any officers! What am I being charged with?"

Duncan looks over to Green. "Ohhh, amnesia.. " that cold smile again graces the perp. "Are you saying that you really want the psych people in on this? Just tell us why you killed the old man. It'll go a lot less badly for you if you're more forthcoming."

Fioravanti stands quietly, both hands folded in front of her.

Green chuckles quietly, then glances toward Brie at the mention of 'psych people', and back toward the prisoner.

Danvers blinks and looks between Green, Duncan, and finally Fioravanti. He says in a rush, "I didn't kill him, it was Burlinghoff Rasmussen, my boss! He told me to dump the body, and I was just trying to keep my job! Rasmussen shot him and then got into the guy's..." His eyes dart back and forth. "You're going to say I'm crazy!"

Duncan passes the pad of paper across the table. "Just tell us what happened, and write it out. Once we have it all, we'll see what needs to be done. If you're lucky, Judge Wilson wont be on duty by the time you finish." That smile is back again...still very cold...and he looks over to Green. "Want some coffee Kid? Good, go get us some."

Green shrugs slightly. "You'd be surprised what we hear. Humor us." She tilts her head slightly in Duncan's direction; other than that... well, maybe she didn't hear him.

"The guy was from..." Danvers looks between Duncan and Green. "...The future. He was a time traveler! He came from the 26th century, or so he said. He said he came to visit us to escape some sort of other time travelers, and asked if we could hide him. Burlinghoff killed him, told me to dispose of the body, and he took the time machine to the future!"

Duncan ponders this a moment,"And the guys name was Dr. Emmet Brown? His time machine wasn't an aluminum skinned road-able with gull wing doors was it?"

. o O Green starts to feel a little out of her depth here, yup.

Danvers looks confused. "Dr. Who? He said his name was Dylan. Bob Dylan!"

Green slowly arches an eyebrow, giving Danvers an openly dubious look. "Riiiiiiight." She glances toward Duncan, shakes her head.

"I'm serious! I'm not lying! You wanted the truth, and as crazy as it sounds, that's it! I swear!" cries Danvers nervously.

Duncan makes a few notes on a form. "Bob Dylan, got it..." glances pointedly over at Fioravanti. "Did he say anything else before Dr...Burlinghoff was it, left in the time machine?"

"He said get rid of the body, and that he was coming back, with inventions that we would reverse-engineer and become famously rich!" Danvers says.

Fioravanti clears her throat quietly, almost ominously.

"Very inventive," Tay comments drolly. "Somebody is, anyhow."

Duncan smirks at Green then turns back to Danvers. "What else can you tell me about Mr. Dylan. He say why he was running from these other time travelers?"

Danvers replies, "He said he was being chased, that he needed to hide, but he didn't say who they were. He was nervous about them, though, and about being found by them." He looks at Duncan. "You believe me?" he asks weakly.

Duncan Holds up a finger as if to say, one moment, then takes out a cell phone and keys in a number. "Hello Cassie, any chance of getting forensics to go over the scene a little more thoroughly?"

Green rocks her chair back on two legs, drumming the nails of her left hand on the table. She casts a look sideways toward Duncan.

. o O Green thinks "Cassie. Cute."

Fioravanti has fixed Danvers with a lovely thousand-yard stare, a look that can only be described as penetrating.

Duncan nods "Uh huh... I see. Well get them on it as soon as you can, I know they're working the Chrichton case, but this murder I've got is getting interesting." he closes phone and looks over to Fioravanti. "Give him an eval and put him on ice for now." then back to the perp. "Anything else you want to tell us about this Dr. Rassmussen?"

Fioravanti gives Duncan a smile which can only be described as gleeful. Full of glee. "A thorough eval, yes, Sir?" she asks.

Danvers looks whipped. He just shakes his head at Duncan's question and doesn't protest at whatever potential Italian Probing is upcoming.

Green smiles, slowly, almost joyfully. '/Very/ thorough. Enjoy yourself."

Duncan simply nods at Fioravanti. "Indulge yourself, but, be gentle." somehow that does not seem to be the message sent.

Fioravanti approaches Danvers and lays a very gentle hand on his shoulder. "It's time," she says in a quiet voice, turning the force of that unholy smile on her patient.

Danvers starts to sob, but doesn't say anything else.

Duncan shudders a bit, then stands and leaves the room.

Green shakes her head, pushing up from her chair. "What a wimp," she mutters, then glances toward Danvers. "Oh, buck up. Look on it as a learning experience." With that, she turns on her heel to follow Duncan.

Fioravanti leads Danvers off for his eval.

Takamura waits in the lab, reviewing the logs that Tyler and Krylow pulled up. Every now and again, he cross references the information with the results of the autopsy of Golden.

On entering the lab, Duncan approaches Takamura. "Hiroshi, he didn't appear to know much. I'd like Fioravanti to do a thorough psych eval on him. I want to ensure that he's not a plant. He's made no real effect on history so he'd be perfect for a sleeper agent. It's interesting that Dylan took the name of an ancient Terran singer as his name when he came back to this period. Remind me to find out if Rasmussen is still in custody, I want to have him charged with the murder if Danver's story checks out."

Green tugs at her tie as she steps into the lap, loosening it. "Danvers claims that Lieutenant Golden said he was on the run from other time travelers, though he- Danvers- didn't seem to have much clue as to who they might be."

Takamura turns towards the others as they enter to give him an update. Listening carefully, he makes a few notes on a handy PADD. "I think that is a good idea, Mycroft. However, Fioravanti is a medic, not a counselor. Perhaps we should get Dr. Park to take care of the psych eval. And I'm not sure if we will be able to put Rasmussen on trial for murder without having to expose our methods for determining this evidence." His eyebrow rises slightly at Green's addendum. "On the run from time travelers? Well, I can't say as that bit of news really surprises me. Lieutenant, I want you to scour these logs to see if there are any personal logs included to give us any clue who these time travelers are."