Teaser for Tuesday, June 1, 2010 -- "Murder Most Foul"
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?"
And 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.
Usually, 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.