“Transporter room, Heisenberg here,” came the voice of the transporter chief.
“Heisenberg, I’ve just been informed,” she said with a menacing stare at the security heads, “that Mr. Janos is running amok somewhere within the ship. Lock on to his combadge, grab him, and then redirect him straight into brig five-A, would you please?”
There was a brief pause and then his voice came back, sounding regretful. “We’ve got a lock on his combadge, Captain, but that’s all it is. It’s not giving us any life readings. He’s ditched his badge.”
“Perfect. All right, then: Access ship’s internal sensors and locate his biosigns. There’s no one else on the Trident with readings like his. It shouldn’t take you more than sixty seconds to locate him.”
“I’m…not so certain about that,” he replied.
“Heisenberg, I don’t need uncertainty from you right now,” Shelby said. “Can you do it or not, and just for your information, the ‘or not’ is not intended as an acceptable option.”