After taking the turbo lift up to the third level and crossing three quarters of the station, Indy arrived at the offices that contained the Star Fleet Intelligence station for quadrant one. He paused just outside the doorway as a stocky built male wearing dark clothes and a leather jacket stepped out of the shadows and intercepted him.
"May I help you sir? This is a restricted area." The man, obviously a security officer, was being as polite as he could, while telling a civilian that he couldn't, shouldn't be there.
Indy smiled, security was excellent, "It's okay officer, I'm here to see Commander Jones."
The guard narrowed his eyes, "Identification please." The slight sign of tension in his shoulders betrayed his cool anxiety. Indy knew without a doubt that the man had to be a martial arts expert. He calmly reached into the pocket of his vest and pulled out the flat identicard and handed it to the security officer. The man slid the card into a reader and examined the data. After examining Indy's face, the man relaxed and handed the card back to him. "Very well, he's expecting you, Captain."
"Thank you." Indy said, replacing the card into his pocket. "Carry on." The man nodded and melded back into the shadows and watched as Indy walked into the cluster of offices.
Those offices contained people that worked everything from Internal affairs to Klingon Sector Intelligence to Romulan Sector Intelligence, all being defined as Triangle Sector Intelligence. Anything that was worth knowing was, and what wasn't, was useless.
With that thought in mind, Indy made his way through the cloister of offices until he came to a door that was marked Chief of Intelligence. He paused for a moment then opened the door and walked into the outer office and smiled at the secretary.
The young woman smiled and nodded to the door, "You can go on in, he's expecting you, sir."
"Thank you, Melissa," Indy thanked her, then opened the inner door and entered the next room. He grinned roguishly as he saw the twenty-six year old man sitting behind the desk. "Hi ya Jonesy, you called?"
The blonde haired man closed his blue eyes and rubbed his right hand over his forehead, then shook his head and stabbed at the comlink with his left forefinger, "Ms. Miller, inform security that a vagabond has broken through."
Indy held his hands out in a mock shrug. "Who? Me?" he asked, incredulously.
The commander suddenly grinned, "Never mind, it's only Captain Markson." Then turned and said, "Hi Indy, what's up?"
