| B'elanna
And so we silently left the TARDIS and took up positions out of sight
from any security guards down below at what looked like, and was according
to the sign nearby, Playtronics.
With a few suggestions from the Doctor, I am able to get my modified
tricorder to eavesdrop on what passes for a communications network within
that building below.
.....
Er....sorry, a bit of futuristic snobbery on my part. I sometimes could
kick myself for looking down on 20th century technology. The principles
I take for granted....the sciences and technology I was gifted with upon
my creation when I was originally made to mimic on Star Trek engineer,
B'elanna Torres, sometimes make me make stupid mistakes like that. The
things I think that are obvious and...."no brainers" as Ragan once called
it.....those facts and techniques haven't been freaking discovered yet,
of course!
At least I've been able to control my tongue and stop myself from saying
something inflamitory like that. The memories I have of things said of
a non-existant youth...... Well, the journey continues. I still continue
to grow and change...hopefully for the better.
Another facet to this snobbery problem is the fact that I have
much to learn about things myself from those who are of lower technology.
Heck, Sigin himself knows MORE about subspace than I ever learned
(subspace being one of the realms mages from his world have seen and studied
in great detail through scrying pools and such). And then there is the
fact that until recently we high and mighty high tech folk of the Federation
thought magic was just stuff of fantasy.....
And the mind techniques of being able to do higher mathematics without
computers (which all mages need to be able to do to do REALLY advanced
spells....which we got force fed from Sigin via Iquirer back when we had
to save the Five Doctors)......
Now, having been reincarnated as an elf amongst other things has made
me rethink many things...and re-evaluate much.....
So anyway, with that in mind, of course they (the people of the 20th
century) haven't discovered the means to better secure their communication
from idle eavesdroppers!
So it's easy enough to find the one telephone line that is highly
scrambled. I'm sure that it's perfectly secure against 20th century!
But, still, when put to the test against later day technology of hundreds
(or more in some cases in the case of examples of the Time Lords technology).....Cosmo
would have been better off NOT having given himself away with the scrambled
circuit. It stands out amongst the more mundane phone lines and clued us
in almost immediately.
That alone was suspicious, but not conclusive.....
The FBI stakeout nearby (must be something about this hill being perfect
for spying) that we ALMOST ran into was the clincher, however.
After a quick and silent mental conversation, B'elanna and the others
were delighted to be able to sneak in near the FBI agents and see just
why
they were here.
So, without using magic, just skill, stealth, and elfin agility.....I
and the other elves snuck up and listened in from the shadows. Having the
uncanny knack of being able to hide quickly and effectively (all elves
had the knack), we learned from stray comments that the FBI was monitoring
for incriminating evidence against their target: one Carl Cosmo.
Long suspected at being a member of the Mob, Cosmo had never been able
to be caught in a compromising situation.
"....and what really kills me is that the newer bugs we had planted
in that SOBs office were caught in a sweep," one agent complained. "I'm
sure something had happened last night that would have nailed him, but......"
"Yeah, yeah," said a tired senior lady agent, "But we stay and try with
the parabolic until our superiors finally read about the white noise generators
and get another....better idea on how to catch this creep!"
Very interesting....... Gilmuriel said to the other elves, mentally,
Yet
another deviation from the script.
A more realistic deviation, really, Elrondir said from the bushes,
eyes shining.
He flicked a stray lock of coppery hair from his eyes in annoyance (unseen
by the agents in front of him but obvious enough to elfin eyes) and continues.
I never could swallow the fact that somebody supposedly so high up
in the Mob couldn't be suspected.....that the government agencies wouldn't
have at least somebody keeping tabs on him! he finished. After all,
the Mob arranged his early release. That should have aroused suspicion
at the start with these "Feds" years ago!
Well, maybe or maybe not, I put in, But now that these agents
confirmed what we had hoped for.....let's get back to the others and tell
them about it!
Back inside the TARDIS....
Nyssa
"But what are we going to do now, with these....Feds.....watching?"
I say in exasperation. "After all, this facility is being monitored. What
do you plan on doing, now?"
The Doctor looks at Nyssa, then over at Inquirer, then back to the young
stowaway who had wished to share in this little adventure.
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 "Well, how
are you at improvisational acting?" the Time Lord asks, a twinkle in his
eye that wouldn't be out of place in his Fourth incarnation (if he hadn't
become immortal after a fashion).
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