Admiral Alynna Nechayev sat in the chair behind her mahogany desk as
the Starfleet officer entered her office in San Francisco. She
indicated one of the three empty chairs opposite her. "Commander,
please have a seat. I have to be at an Intelligence briefing in
fifteen minutes, so I'm afraid we'll have to keep this conversation
short. However, my aide Captain Wrightwell informs me you have some
information that I will want to hear, regarding a problem all of
Starfleet is facing right now."
Commander Liam Preston nodded as
he sat down. "Mareena Salean and her faction. But I don't have
anything to say, I asked for this meeting for another purpose."
Admiral Nechayev looked bothered. "Oh? And what would that be?"
with a quick, fluid motion, Commander Preston got out of his chair,
rolled across her mahogany desk, picking up a letter opener in his fist
as he did so, and coming to his feet just beside her before plunging
the silver opener into her right eye.
As Admiral Nechayev screamed, Preston reached his hands around Nechayev's neck and twisted sharply, grinning as he did so.
Lieutenant junior grade Jacob Barnes usually slept fairly well, except for those days when he had the visions.
he didn't get more than one per year. This was the second one in four
months. He woke up with a start, disturbed by the gruesome imagery,
his sheets covered in sweat.
He knew it was a vision, and not just a dream, because he had had the same exact dream last night, too.