Processing The Prisoners "
By: Charles Atwood, Chief Intelligence Officer, [PST]
Intelligence Warrant Officer, USS Zion, [NPC]
Dr. Alyssa Caitlin Northrop, Intel Officer, [PST]
CIO, Uss Zion, Maquis Alliance, [NPC]

Stardate: 58204.21 0830

Alyssa walked through the Zion's corridors....feeling a bit warm in the new uniform. She wasn't used to wearing such conforming clothing. Though, she did have to admit that at least she looked impressive, sporting the grey shirt with the grey and black uniform. She was to report to her new boss...a Lt. Atwood....and get to work. Silently, she wished that whatever it was that Atwood would have her do.....that it wasn't paperwork. She'd certainly die from shear boredom if he did.

A few moments later, she stopped in front of the doors to the Intelligence Section....and more specifically Lt. Atwood's office. Stepping forward, she entered the man's office. Coming to attention, she barked out,

"Warrant Officer Alyssa Northrop reporting for duty, Sir!"

Charles had just come into his office and was checking his agenda for the day when somebody apeared in his office, He looked at the woman and saw the WO Pip on his collar and remembered that the Capt had mention that he had a new adition to his department now that Sam had transferred herself to Security.

"At ease Warrant Officer, I've been Expecting you please Sit down", Charles pointed to a chair while he picked a pad with Alyssa's Personal File.

He took a quick look to the file and said "WO. Northorp, I have two asignments for you at this moment"

"Aye Sir," she said, not looking at him...but standing at attention as she had been told to during her quick training ordeal. "What do you require of me, Sir?"

"Well The first of them is to assist me in interrogating the new prissioners that we have to transfer to rura penthe, and the second is that I've selected you to be the Medical Officer of the black ops team, since you are already trained in Intelligence and have several experience in covert missions", Charles waited a little to let Alyssa think what he had just stated.

"Um Sir....I believe you have me mixed up with another person. One....the only 'Missions' I've been on were to sell the artifacts I recovered and/or to procure specific items for my Expeditions. And Two.....You don't want me to be the Medical Officer for anything.",Alyssa stayed at attention, a look of disbelief on her face.

Charles took a closer look at the file of Alyssa and saw that she had a PHD in archeology not in medicine so he said pointing to a chair

"Ms. Northorp, please have a seat... Well I seemed to have misread your file, but i still want you in the team you have survival experience I can ceartanly put to a good use", He said

"That's Doctor Northrop, Sir," Alyssa said, emphasizing the Doctor part. She sat down in the chair and looked him in the eyes. "Lieutenant....it is true that I have survived through quite a few, shall we say, sticky situations....but I prefer to work alone in such situations. I find that it keeps extra concerns to a minimum."

Realizing that what she'd just said sounded rather bad, "It's not that I cannot work with others....ask any of my students...I mean former students. My collegues will also tell you the same. I am a team player...I simply prefer to put only myself in danger when the situations arise."

"Well Ms Northorp, You would see that the work here in the Intelligence Department is not Boring nor rutinarie. By the way You would use Your military rank from now on... I do not want more misunderstandings like the one we have just have here. I suggest we move on", Said Charles starting to get a little anoyed. "Another thing this is a very dangerous line of work, please be always cautious and be patient with other officers they usualy do not like to be ordered things and of course they hate a lot the ussual Sorry Sir, that information is classified"

Charles Stood up and ordered the Computer "Computer put WO Northorp under Active Status in Intelligence Department, give her Security Level 3 and Beta Two security access codes, Authorization Atwood 66265 Beta Two..."

The computer answered "Command Codes Accepted... Warrant Officer Alyssa Northorp Please state personal codes"

"Northrop 22 Charlie Tango."

Her response was short...and rather clipped. The patronizing tone in his voice grated on her nerves....but she kept her cool. Of course these Fleeters would think she didn't know what the hell the score was.....no...she was only an Archeologist....what did she know about life and death situations.....dealing in dangerous situations. She wondered if this Atwood character could survive 5 minutes in some of the places she'd gotten out of.

Charles Begun to feel anoyed with this woman, he decided to give her a lesson and said, "Ms Northorp One of my qualities is to be Betazoid... and by the way you would be surprised of the places I have gotten out of....Look I see you have potential on becoming an Intelligence officer that's the only reason I'm tolerating this but in the future you would try not to get your superior officers anoyed, I doubt the CO or the XO ar as patient as myself"

Alyssa stiffled the comment.....knowing different, having spent time with the Captain already. "Yes Sir," was her terse reply....not liking this man one iota....and not caring if he knew it...Betazoid or not. She would do the job she was assigned to do....but she was under no obligation to like the man. She just hoped the man didn't get her killed.

"By the Way welcome aboard WO", said Charles as they both exit Atwood's Office in direction of Security Section

"Thank you, Sir," she said.