<Starfleet Intelligence Office>

In a dusty makeshift office containing a large box as a desk, with a computer console on top, two SFI officers are working on their current assignment, hoping that it will be over soon so they can get back to their nice comfortable office at headquarters.
Commander Tnega stares at his console. Lieutenant Allirog stands next to him.

"Well, sir, it's working perfectly. We hardly had to do anything at all to pursuade him. However, I think we should cut back on his Tseggusophyll dosage. He's showing signs of mental instability, which could be a side effect we don't know of. Thats the problem using these experimental drugs."

"I disagree," comes the reply, "we've been using it for two months , and we've never had any problems with it before. Check out the replicator software, though, to check that it's working properly."

"Very well. Have you got the information on his brother that we promised him"

The person on the other end of the commlink gives a deep laugh. "Do you really think he'll make it back to ask for it!"

"Sorry, sir, I don't understand"

"He won't get off that vessel alive. Especially when the transporter malfunctions and can't beam him back. Especially when  the Ferengi get an anonymous tip-off...."

"Oh - right Commodore. (snigger).  Um... we had to get him some help. Commander William Swanberg, former Flight Control Officer on the Lafayette."

"Former Flight Control Officer - well they won't miss him, then...."

"Yes, sir! Tnega out."