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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Kramer raised a single eyebrow in question, leaving him to explain himself without bothering to frame the query.<br>
 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Kramer raised a single eyebrow in question, leaving him to explain himself without bothering to frame the query.<br>
 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He waved her toward the corridor aft. “After you, Ma’am.”<br>
 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He waved her toward the corridor aft. “After you, Ma’am.”<br>
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Slanting a look around the bridge, she didn’t hesitate. “Connelly, you have the helm.” And with that, she turned and walked off the bridge. Once in the corridor, she stopped and asked her visitor. “Just what do you need?”<br>
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Slanting a look around the bridge, she didn’t hesitate. “Connolly, you have the helm.” And with that, she turned and walked off the bridge. Once in the corridor, she stopped and asked her visitor. “Just what do you need?”<br>
 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “I need someone to stand in as a prisoner. Torture by proxy.”<br>  
 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “I need someone to stand in as a prisoner. Torture by proxy.”<br>  
 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ''Now there’s something you don’t get every day''. “You want to run that by me again?” she demanded. “What the hell for?”<br>
 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ''Now there’s something you don’t get every day''. “You want to run that by me again?” she demanded. “What the hell for?”<br>
 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Head job.  It’ll take too long to break our man back there physically. I got to crack him some other way. The head’s the quickest way to do it.”<br>
 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Head job.  It’ll take too long to break our man back there physically. I got to crack him some other way. The head’s the quickest way to do it.”<br>
 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Kramer wasn’t prone to indecision, and this time was no different. It took her less than two seconds to decide. Poking her head back into the bridge, she called out her orders.<br>
 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Kramer wasn’t prone to indecision, and this time was no different. It took her less than two seconds to decide. Poking her head back into the bridge, she called out her orders.<br>
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Connelly, take the conn, too. Nika, with me.” And then she returned to the man standing in the corridor.  Michael Carter, she remembered his name, now.  She eyed him up and down, took in the sharp hazel eyes and determined chin. She suspected his drawl was as fake as ''Harbinger''’s borrowed pinger.  Still, Carter had installed that self-same pinger and it had gotten them out of a jam.  He’d extracted a Fed desk weenie across treacherous ground while under fire and harried by airborne pursuit.  Not a man to lightly tangle with, nor one to discount out of hand when he requested something.  Neither was Nika a lightweight in either department.  A good match to the man standing quietly before her, Kramer reckoned.  As the tall blonde slipped off the bridge, Kramer made the introductions. “Nika Earhart, Michael Carter. He needs help with his prisoner.” She nodded to them both. “I’ll be on the bridge if you want me.”  
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Connolly, take the conn, too. Nika, with me.” And then she returned to the man standing in the corridor.  Michael Carter, she remembered his name, now.  She eyed him up and down, took in the sharp hazel eyes and determined chin. She suspected his drawl was as fake as ''Harbinger''’s borrowed pinger.  Still, Carter had installed that self-same pinger and it had gotten them out of a jam.  He’d extracted a Fed desk weenie across treacherous ground while under fire and harried by airborne pursuit.  Not a man to lightly tangle with, nor one to discount out of hand when he requested something.  Neither was Nika a lightweight in either department.  A good match to the man standing quietly before her, Kramer reckoned.  As the tall blonde slipped off the bridge, Kramer made the introductions. “Nika Earhart, Michael Carter. He needs help with his prisoner.” She nodded to them both. “I’ll be on the bridge if you want me.”  
 
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “What do you want me to do?” Nika asked Carter, meeting his eye and nodding easily, one soldier to another.<br>
 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “What do you want me to do?” Nika asked Carter, meeting his eye and nodding easily, one soldier to another.<br>
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “There’s not a single guy in the ’Verse who’s going to lie when he has a knife to his balls and a woman looking dead serious about using it.” She carefully avoided getting blood on her clothing, holding her knife casually.<br>
 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “There’s not a single guy in the ’Verse who’s going to lie when he has a knife to his balls and a woman looking dead serious about using it.” She carefully avoided getting blood on her clothing, holding her knife casually.<br>
 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Carter breathed a laugh. “True. Remind me never to get you angry at me.” He glanced down at the chip, then back up at her. “My gut says we go with it. He’s legit. Can you get a medic on his arm and leg? I have to shut this squealer off and download it.” He held up the chip. “Two shakes. I’ll meet you back here. We’re not done yet.”<br>
 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Carter breathed a laugh. “True. Remind me never to get you angry at me.” He glanced down at the chip, then back up at her. “My gut says we go with it. He’s legit. Can you get a medic on his arm and leg? I have to shut this squealer off and download it.” He held up the chip. “Two shakes. I’ll meet you back here. We’re not done yet.”<br>
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He made down the corridor for the cubby they’d arranged for him and Nika called for Fraiser, their medic.  She quickly cleaned and sheathed her blade, then pulled her bandana from her pocket and wiped the blood off her hands while she waited.  She escorted Fraiser inside when he arrived and went forward to tell her Captain the news about the chip.<br><br><br>
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He made down the corridor for the cubby they’d arranged for him and Nika called for Frasier, their medic.  She quickly cleaned and sheathed her blade, then pulled her bandana from her pocket and wiped the blood off her hands while she waited.  She escorted Frasier inside when he arrived and went forward to tell her Captain the news about the chip.<br><br><br>
  
 
[[Lighting the Fire Part 1|Part 1]] | [[Lighting the Fire Part 3| Part 3]]
 
[[Lighting the Fire Part 1|Part 1]] | [[Lighting the Fire Part 3| Part 3]]

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