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Picard, Worf, Thor, and Freya returned to the interrogation room.
‘You said a half an hour,” The President roared.
Thor laughed, “I said that we would be back in half an hour. Maybe. Then I laughed and said, but what do you care, you aren’t going anyplace.”
“This is an outrage.”
Captain Dom, I do apologize. Your wait is unacceptable.” Thor redirected.
“That is quite alright.”
“We came to the conclusion that your ships are made from iridium and platinum, correct?”
“Picard, are there any of these materials on board the Enterprise?”
“We took samples from the debris field. Standard procedure.” Picard answered.
“So there should be,” he thought, “less than a pound of these materials aboard the Enterprise.” Thor asked.
“Yes. I would see no need for Mr. La Forge or Mr. Data to collect even that much. At best a sample is a couple ounces.”
“Lenox.” A man appeared in the room; he bowed. “You and Mr. Worf go to the
Enterprise and search for iridium and platinum.”
Worf answered, “Captain, we did not collect from the field, it was too small.”
Picard thought for a moment. “Yes, this is true.”
“Picard,” Thor asked.
“I will allow the search.”
“Good. Go.” The two men disappeared. “Captain Dom, thank you.”
“Thank you sir.” He bowed, and then was gone.
“We will be back when the gentlemen return.” Thor roared with laughter. They went to check on Sher. Data and Beverly had just hooked up the 4th filter. Sher’s fever had gone down. Her forehead no longer needed wiped. “So the process Is working.”Thor asked
“Yes,” Beverly answered. The full filters here lying in the floor. “When the process is complete. I am going to take the filter back to the Enterprise to find out what they are and where they came from.”
“Very good, Doctor. I believe you have more than made up for your little dilemma earlier.”
“Thanks.” She looked confused.
“Data?” Thor asked. He didn’t answer right away. He was holding Sher’s hand, staring at the bed. “Data?” Thor walked over to him. When he touched Data, he jumped.
“What?”
“How are you doing?”
“Fine, I am fine.”
“What is she telling you?”
“Personal things. Very personal; things I didn’t know.”
“She is communicating with you?” Freya wanted to make sure.
“Yes, she is.”
“How is she?”
“Weak.” Data kissed the top of the hand he was holding, “The filtration system.” He stopped in what seemed like mid-thought. There was silence for a moment. Thor shivered. Lenox knocked on the doorframe.
“Report!” Picard ordered.
Mr. Worf spoke. “Sir, we found 5 pounds of platinum hidden in a closet in Admiral Westerfield’s quarters. It is covered with a green film. We also found a carrying container for a circular object. It was empty.”
“Circular object?” Data questioned. “The filter that was placed near the containment unit in Engineering.”
“That is a possibility.” Picard speculated out loud.
“What is the green film?” Freya asked.
“A foreign organism to the Enterprise. It is multi-cellular in nature.”
“Westerfield’s quarters was the overflow point for the coolant.” Data was
thinking out loud again.
“Was it possible to tell it the platinum was
decontaminated before it was stored.”
“It was not.” Lenox reported.
“Okay, so he brought contaminated material into his quarters for storage. When the coolant spilled over, it did not get cold enough to freeze.”
“Maybe it was enough to activate them?” Dr. Crusher offered. “Worf said a film. Are they still growing?”
“No,” Worf answered.
“Sher was frozen. Perhaps long enough to start full growth? Beverly suggested.
“Perhaps.” Data agreed.
Everyone disappeared from the bedchamber to work out their thoughts.
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