As Reid and Dr. Alessi waited in the hangar, Watt and Pendragon walked through the corridors of the mansion towards the hangar.
"Are you sure it's wise to go off to America at a time like this?" Pendragon asked.
"The media could have a field day. They'll say that you're deserting a sinking ship."
"It's just something I have to do," said Watt. "I don't know why. Something is just telling me I have to. Besides, you can keep an eye on things here. You are Anglo-Force's solicitor, after all."
And with that, Watt strode off, leaving Pendragon standing alone. Indeed, he may be Anglo-Force's expert in legal matters, but he wasn't good enough to fight one of America's greatest companies on his own.
Temporal wormhole, Cyries sector, 2372
"Everything is complete," said the Jem'Hadar captain. "The calculations, everything. We await your order now, Grand Admiral."
"Good," said Thrawn, getting up from his command chair. "I want full power to the shields and impulse engines."
Then, the automatic alarm sounded. The tactical officer looked down at his sensor panel.
"A ship is coming in fast!" he reported. "It is the Free Federation ship Flying Scotsman!"
"Curses!" said Thrawn, punching his hand. "Battle stations! Blow them out of the stars!"
"But what about the wormhole?"
"Concentrate on the Federation ship!"
On the Bridge of the Scotsman, Pendragon looked pensive.
"Target their engines and weapons systems," he ordered. "Don't go for the kill. I want them alive!"
With the phasers and photon torpedoes armed, the Scotsman launched their attack on the Imperial transport. The whole ship shook with the impact, and Thrawn found it hard to keep his footing.
"We are sustaining heavy damage!" the tactical officer reported. "We won't have enough power to enter the wormhole soon!"
"Then do it!" Thrawn shouted. "Go into the wormhole now!"
Thrawn marched over to the tactical station and armed the torpedoes. After going through the arming sequence, he fired.
On the Scotsman, Pendragon was surprised.
"They're setting a course for the wormhole," Winthorn reported. "And they're firing on us!"
The attack caught them by surprise. As one torpedo decimated the shields, another hit the main weapons array. A third followed, hitting the main drive section. Although no casualties were reported, it was enough to stop the Scotsman following the Imperials into the wormhole.
On the Bridge, Magus watched as the officers tried to restore order to the ship. He soon walked over to Pendragon.
"I must follow them in," he said.
"We're not going anywhere," said Pendragon. "There's too much damage!"
"Then get to the Kabreigny Object," said Magus. "I'll follow them in without the ship!"
Pendragon watched as Magus vanished before his eyes. Seconds later he was in the coldness of space, and soon, he was within the wormhole.
Anglo-Force mansion, Surrey, 2000
Katrina Velichev-Watt looked out of the window at the impending electrical storm, her thoughts on the events of the past few months. Yetta had taken young Peter back to Raven Manor, and Katrina had decided to stay behind at the mansion to wait for her husband, even though she knew he wouldn't be back for at least two days.
In the Control Room, it was Duncan MacCleod's turn to take watch. He was amazed at the state of the art technology that filled the room, courtesy of Muir Industries, H.M. Government and Phineas Magus. Having been a member of the team for only a short amount of time, he was still finding his feet.
Since the warning of the electrical storm, MacCleod had been keeping tabs on weather tracking stations. However, they didn't tell him what his gut was telling him. Something wasn't right about that storm. During his long life he had seen many violent storms, but he hadn't seen any like this before.
It was then that Pendragon entered with two cups of coffee. He handed one to MacCleod before sitting down.
"Have you seen this?" he asked. "That storm seems different somehow."
"How so?"
"There's something odd about it. Take a look."
MacCleod pressed a button on the control panel.
"There's too much electrical energy up there, and some other sort of energy I've never seen before."
"If Magus was here he'd probably be able to tell what it is."
"Where is he, anyway?"
"I don't know. Just before that friend of Daniel's arrived, he bolted out of here. Gave no reason. Just rushed straight past me!"
Again MacCleod checked the sensors. This time, something was different.
"You're not going to believe this!" he said. "There's something coming straight out of that storm!"
Pendragon stood up, and checked the computer.
"It's some sort of aircraft! But I've never seen anything like it before!"
"Whatever it is, it's damaged!"
The two of them watched as the aircraft got closer and closer.
"It's headed straight for us," said Pendragon. "Call a yellow alert. Who else is here?"
"T'Chuka is at the Voltanian Embassy, Katrina's round here somewhere. I think Ultare's around, and Clarkie's in the cellar."
"Get them ready," said Pendragon. "I have a feeling that this isn't a pleasant visitor!"
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