From:		swanberg
Date:		08 December 1995 02:37
To:		U.S.S. Lafayette (BBS)
Subject:		RE: Starbase Operations

<Commander Swanberg, Starbase Operations Lounge>

Swanberg sits in the waiting area of the starbase operations center, waiting to speak to the commander.  Without warning, the activity in the operations center is interrupted by a message over the intercom:  "Commander Swanberg, you have a priority communication from the Lafayette."

Hmmm, that's odd.  What could be wrong on the ship while we're docked at a starbase?

Swanberg goes to the yeoman on duty.  "I'm Commander Swanberg, where can I receive that message?"

"There are several private comm booths right outside, sir.  Just use any one of them."

"Thank you."  Swanberg exits the operations center, and finding the communications access booths, enters the first empty one.  "Computer, this is Commander Swanberg.  Retrieve priority message and display."

The computer screen goes dark, and without warning, a volume of anesthezine gas enters the booth, rendering Swanberg unconscious.

Several hours later, Swanberg wakes up in a darkened room, where he has been unceremoniously thrown on the floor.  He slowly regains consciousness, and begins to take in his surroundings.  The first (and only) thing he notices is the only visible feature in the room, Lt. Commander Mortimer, tied securely to a chair.

"Mr. Mortimer, what's going on here?"

"Well, Commander, it seems as though I have been 'recruited' by Starfleet Intelligence to perform a mission, and by all appearances, you are the help that I asked for.  How about getting me out of this chair, and I'll fill you in."

Swanberg slowly rises to his feet, still fighting off the effects of the gas, and moves behind Mortimer to untie him.