=/\= BEGIN LOG - Location: Bridge =/\=

Carpenter looked with amusement at what he was seeing on the main
viewscreen. It showed the crew in various states of panic as they tried to
escape the ship as quickly as possible. Some were transporting, others made
the beeline for the closest airlock. He wondered what the crew would think
when they finally realized that there was no bio-hazard. Carpenter switched
viewers, and to his disgust, he saw that a number of crew remained onboard
in containment suits. They would have to be dealt with separately at a later
time, now he had to work.

He walked to the security station and entered his personal lockout code,
rendering all onboard systems useless to anyone except him and anyone he
chose to allow access, in this case that would be Mr. Plekanov. Carpenter
knew those remaining would suspect something, they were bound to. The
falsified transport logs would not hold for long and when it was discovered
they were still onboard, there would be problems.

He nodded to his ever trusty XO, Mr. Plekanov, who was standing
inconspicuously by the turbolift door. Plekanov knew what they had to do as
well as he did, it had been "explained" to them many times before. Recover
what Federation Technology you could, then destroy the ship. As an old Earth
saying went, no evidence, no crime. They both entered the lift and pressed a
few buttons on the control panel. Next stop, Main Engineering.