Free Enterprise - Busy As A Bee - #117
The rest of the day was a flurry of activity for Tyr. He spent the rest of the morning and afternoon supervising the onloading of supplies and food for Avon Six. Thus assured that everything had been secured according to his specifications, he took a break. Sort of.
Tyr worked out, did some intense studying of Dolgarian history and culture, prepared then had dinner with his family.
Both Alexander and Lysander were so overjoyed to see him that they attached themselves to him like barnacles. You would've thought he didn't see his sons on a regular daily basis the way they behaved.
Needless to say, Tyr was equally delighted with the adoration of his sons. Xena smiled as she got an impromptu break as they roughhoused with their Dad.
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Later after dinner and family time, Tyr took time out to spend with Tamara. For a long time they didn't say a word to one another. Verbally or mentally.
”I know what happened to Solon.” Tamara finally thought.
”That my dear one, is not common knowledge.” Tyr replied.
”You forget, Tyr, I'm always in your head.” she said, as she gently tapped his forehead with her right forefinger.”What do you think Haxhis will do?” she continued.
”She has already questioned me as extensively as she could. She will now dutifully investigate, but she will either find nothing and give up the search or be ordered to give up. There are times in life where one is both out classed and out gunned. This will be hers.” Tyr replied.
”Ordered to give up? By whom?” Tamara asked. One had to be in a lofty place indeed, in order to order a Fleet Admiral about. Tyr did not answer but Tamara got a clear mental impression of “whom”.
”OMG! Did THEY order you to take Solon out?” she queried.
”They gave me free reign to take care of the matter as I saw fit. Had I not, they were prepared to do so in my stead.” Tyr replied.
”Wow! This all makes me wonder if Solon was even Vulcan. I mean he could've been some crazy Vulcan/Romulan hybrid, or brainwashed or something. . . . Tamara started.
”. . . . . . . . . we'll never know. Does it really matter now that he no longer exists?” Tyr asked.
”No, it doesn't.” she replied, as she gazed at her consort. He gazed back and tenderly kissed her.
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Meanwhile HaxHis sat back in her chair, stared at at her blank desk console screen and frowned. She'd just had a very strange and interesting conversation with Commodore Carmello Ramirez of Section 31. And it went thus:
”Commodore. Initially when I first informed you of the situation at hand, you promised agents would be dispatched to remove the specified property. It is now two days past the arrival date. I am just checking to make sure they are still due to arrive.” HaxHis asked.
“Ma'am, our agents already arrived, took possession of said property and are currently on their way back to Earth.” Commodore Ramirez replied. HaxHis was flabbergasted.
“Commodore, we agreed your operatives were to inform me of their arrival. . . . . .” HaxHis replied.
“. . . . . . . Meaning no disrespect, Ma'am, but that would utterly defeat the purpose of being a clandestine organization in the first place.” the Commodore said, effectively cutting HaxHis off. The Commodore and the Fleet Admiral stared wordlessly at each other for a minute.
“Dammit all to Human Hell! That means despite my rank, they don't have to tell me squat.” HaxHis thought, angrily.
Since there was nothing more to say. Both The Commodore and The Fleet Admiral bid each other a pleasant day, and signed off.
”No wonder Tyr was so tight-lipped about the discs being safe. I thought he merely had them safe in his possession. However, Tyr claimed they were safe because he had confiscated them then handed them over to a Section 31 operative or operatives. As for Team Rahan mysteriously falling ill and the equally mysterious disappearance of Solon. . . . . . . . .
I wonder, could it be that Rear Admiral Tyr Anasazi is a Section 31 field operative?” HaxHis mused as she frowned again.
She would not dear ask the Nietzschean this, because 1) As Commodore Ramirez stated, Section 31 was a clandestine organization and no one in Starfleet and/or the Federation admitted it existed. 2) No one in their right mind admitted they were part of it or any of their so-called operations.
”If Tyr is one of their operatives, I hope he snapped Solon's worthless neck like a chicken's.” HaxHis thought fiercely to herself, then went back to her work.
The Fleet Admiral, like Captain Tamara McPhearson and Rear Admiral Tyr Anasazi had no love for the Vulcan turncoat, and thus was not sorry to see him gone.
[i]"Now about Solon's widows. . . . ." HaxHis thought as she called up their service records.
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Tamara had finally fallen asleep. Tyr had sonic showered, dressed and crept out and went to see Desi.
Despite the lateness of the hour Desdemona Anasazi was still awake and attending last minute packing details. Both she and Tyr gazed at each other.
“Desi, why are you still awake? You need to be rested to travel with Tamara, tomorrow.” Tyr chided.
“You caught me, Tyr. Truth is, I'm not a good traveler. I usually don't sleep well before a flight. Rather than waste time tossing and turning all night, I prefer to do something constructive.” Desi said, as she double checked a bag of baby goods and infant wear.
“What if I gave you a massage?” Tyr asked, with just the hint of flirt in his voice. Needless to say, Desi dropped what she was doing for a much more tempting offer.
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Hours later, it was Desi who was giving Tyr a massage. Tyr finally relaxed and settled into a deep sleep. Desi curled up against his back and finally dozed off too.
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