LtCol Wes Greaves – The Lab

[Jacob Rittenhouse]

LtCol Wes Greaves – The Lab

 

((The Bilge, Hadvin Row, Argrathi V ))

 

Wes watched as JN’s attitude shifted. It happened in his eyes and the tightness of the man’s mouth. Whoever JN was on this planet, he knew things about the criminal underground. And he’d just made a decision to help Wes and his team combat the smugglers who’d killed Sonn… presumably the same folks moving drugs across the planet.

 

The piece Wes wasn’t sure about was where JN’s motivated lay. He wasn’t sure if this was motivated by revenge, or simply a business decision. Who knows, maybe it was both. Or neither. All Wes knew, was they were finally getting information.

 

Greaves: Know where she’s based out of?

 

JN: Last I heard Mad Dog's crew was operating out of an abandoned lab in the capital. I can send you the location.

 

Wes frowned at that. Inside the capital itself? There really was something to the saying “hiding in plain sight”.

 

Varik: More central than I expected, but with cloaking technology anywhere would be viable.

 

The Marine nodded at that. If Mad Dog had advanced cloaking tech for her ship, who knows what other cloaking or dampening equipment she might also be using planetside. That still didn’t necessarily help them track the woman down when she wasn’t in orbit though.  

 

Greaves: What about when she’s not local. There’s gotta be some organization to move all the contraband they bring in.

 

JN: No idea where their supply originates. Rumor is her ship is Wadi-class. Do with that what you will.

 

Wes thought for a second on a follow-up question, but it was becoming clear that JN either was running out of usable information to share, or becoming unwilling to share more than what he already had. Instead Wes shot a look to the other two officers, looking to them for any final questions.

 

Peters: Do you know anything about her operations in port when she is local? (to Wes and Varik) You’d mentioned transporters before, so presumably we’d be able to track down their use. Though whether we can specifically get into the port’s computers is another thing entirely.

 

Varik: I am not familiar although...

 

He stopped talking as his combadge began to buzz. Varik tapped it to confirm the communication but all that came through was static.

 

Peters: Well, anything you can tell us would be helpful.

 

Wes shared a look amongst the team, then back to Jn who simply shook his head seriously. The Marine could take a hint. It was time for them to leave, and he gestured back toward the door they had entered from to start the group moving in that direction.

 

Varik: We appreciate the information, JN. (turning to the bartender) And the drinks.

 

The bartender just grunted but JN flashed a grin.

 

JN: Good luck, Starfleet. If you are going after Mad Dog, you will need it.

 

Peters: Thanks.

 

The Lieutenant Colonel remained silent and simply nodded as a way of thanks before following the others out into the corridor. In short order they had their things back and found themselves outside the bar.

 

 

((Hadvin Row, Argrathi V ))

The street was still relatively empty outside The Bilge. Moreso now than when they’d first walked to the entrance. There was a distinct absence of smokers outside, though the occasional pedestrian still navigated the dilapidated sidewalks.

 

Wes led the trio thirty meters down the road away from the door before bringing the group to a halt. Varik already had his padd out.

 

Varik: Seems JN made good on his word. The coordinates to the abandoned lab are here.

 

Peters: Guess that’s our next stop, then.

 

Greaves: Agreed… but first.

 

Wes tapped his comm badge.

 

Greaves: =/\= Last calling station, this is Colonel Greaves. We didn’t receive your transmission due to interference. Say again. =/\=

 

The comm badge chirped with a negative tone. Failure to make connection. Wes frowned and withdrew his own padd. Starfleet communications always remained in the buffer on a rolling cache. With a few keypresses he synced his padd to his comm badge, and replayed the transmission that had been covered by static in the shielded room.

 

T’Korva: =/\= This is Lieutenant Commander T’Korva, we may have found the smuggler’s hide out. We require reinforc… =/\=

 

The sound of something sharp caused the transmission to spike in sound before abruptly cutting out and Wes looked to the others with a hard look on his face.

 

Varik: I did not like the sound of that...

 

Peters: Me either. Time is of the essence. Shall we go?

 

The Marine tapped away at the padd again. T’Korva’s team was on the planet, and Wes’s padd was already on the communications page. With the well developed comm infrastructure of the planet it would be easy…

 

There it was. T’Korva’s coordinates from the transmission.  

 

He looked up, his expression extra serious now.

 

Greaves: They’re at the abandoned lab in the capital… same one JN told us about.

 

 

 

 

[End Act 2 for Wes Greaves]

 

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Lieutenant Colonel Wes Greaves

Commanding Officer

64th Marine Expeditionary Brigade

USS Octavia E. Butler NCC-82850

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