MSNPC Daahjan: "Game Over" (No Tags)

[Michael Meir-Wright]

(( The Factory ))

:: Navar ushered Daahjan into a room at the call of a very familiar voice. The Tiburonian had only met Janker a handful of times and on every occasion of their paths crossing he had come away with the distinct impression that he was a dangerous individual. On this occasion, more than any other he was acutely aware of the threat he posed. And it scared him. ::

Janker: "Daahjan, good of you to join me."

Daahjan: "I didn't have much of a choice." :: swallowing :: "I guess this is then, where it all ends."

Janker: "If I wanted you dead you'd already be dead, Daahjan.  True, this is a very bad scene - but you're also valuable to me."  ::He sipped the whiskey::  "There's Jemet and two Starfleet in the back room right now.  One of the Starfleet put a call out, and by my count there's eight total skulking around that I expect to show up.  That means nine targets to your salvation."  ::He raised the glass, gazing through it at Daahjan:: "Are you up for the challenge?"

:: A sharp sting blistered across one of his large earlobes and he clapped a hand down on it, recognising the cause as a low powered disruptor. He winced, desperately working through the pain. ::

Janker: "Your other option is to die. So make your choice."

Daahjan: "I'll need a weapon."

:: The man tossed a familiar weapon towards him, which he was appraising even as he caught it. Starfleet issue phaser rifle. Type 3. One of the most accurate rifles in the quadrant. Starfleet troops had used thousands of them to deadly effect when they had liberated Tiburon from Jem'Hadar control in the Dominion War. Now he was using their own weapon against them and the irony was not lost on him. ::

Janker: "I trust you know to use it?"

Daahjan: :: looking up from the rifle :: "I could do it blindfolded." :: he wrapped his hands around the dual handles and brought the weapon into its resting position. ::

Janker: "Good. Get down there. The sooner you start checking off your list, the better it is for you."

:: He offered a stern nod in the way of a reply and then left the room by the rear door. He walked down the corridor marshalling all of his courage. It only then occurred to him that he could have shot Janker and fled, but he quickly realised that had he done so, the Jenatris Confederation would have stopped at nothing to track him down and mete out a like fate to him. 

He walked in silence for several minutes across the gantries of The Factory's main warehouse. He could not deny he would enjoy to opportunity to do away with Jemet. She had been a thorn in his side for far too long and had come close to unwittingly exposing his extra legal activities.

A commotion garnered his attention beneath him and he crouched instantly to avoid detection in the murky dimmness. He listened intently- it was at least two members of the Starfleet taskforce... with Jemet and Mespha. He was about to make his first kill of the day.

He knew Mespha- and Janker had once told him that despite her talents at steering victims towards Daahjan's sights, she was expendable. He calmly assessed the situation and realised that Jemet and her fellow do gooders were holding her prisoner and that told him one thing: she had to be silenced before she opened her mouth and started to talk. If he had learned one thing in his career with ACPD it was that sooner or later everybody spoke. 

He lifted the rifle and looked down the barrell, bringing Jemet and Mespha into sight and without hesitation, he fired.

They both crumpled to the floor as the two Starfleet officers dived for cover, giving him no chance to find a new target. He checked the two women one more time, neither of them were moving.

The familiar whine of a disruptor shrieked across the otherwise empty warehouse and his weapon shot away from him, causing him to stumble backwards and off the gantry. He landed with a sickening crack of broken ribs as he dropped hard on to the floor and let a gasp of pain.

Although dazed he was acutely aware that somebody was running towards him. ::

Flynn: "Give it up, no one else has to get hurt."

:: Instinct forced the injured Daahjan to his feet, as he gingerly pulled a pocket knife from his jacket pocket looking at the human that was approaching him. ::

Flynn: "We can talk about this." :: he held up his free hand. :: "You just have to STOP!"

Daahjan: "I'd rather die."

:: He never had the chance to throw the knife as the human fired and his world turned to black. ::

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Lieutenant  Commander Theo Whittaker
Executive Officer

Starbase 118 Operations

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