When last we left the somewhat disappointing Commander, he was being held prisoner on his own ship. The irony of this situation, however, was lost on our hero...
Reed glared at the doctor, "Well, what the hell do you need me for?"
"Well", Egan's tone was condescending, "oddly enough, your mind."
Reed seemed confused, so Egan continued, "You see, as the Commander of a Space Fleet vessel, you are privy to a great deal of useful information. Personnel files, top secret documents", he paused for
effect, "launch codes."
Reed smiled bitterly at that. "And in exchange for this information, I get what?"
Egan considered for a moment. "Help escaping, assistance in exacting revenge on your enemies. Just name it."
Reed turned and walked back to the bed. "Not interested.", he said laying down.
"What?", Egan asked incredulously, "why not?!?"
Reed looked over at the doctor. "Well", he said returning the doctor's previous condescending tone, "because Mr. Proteau has, by now, changed all of the codes, and the only people with access to
the new ones will be himself and Mr. Schultz."
Egan had obviously not considered this possibility and was very disappointed. He began to pace in front of Reed's cell, mumbling to himself as he went.
Reed watched bemused for a time before continuing. "I did, however, create a back door into the system.." Egan brightened. "...but, unfortunately the computer will report me as soon
as I log on," he shrugged and smiled, enjoying the doctor's discomfort, "What a dilemma, huh?"
Egan was becoming more agitated as Reed spoke. His rantings were taking on volume and his hands worked expressively as he debated his next course of action. He stopped mid-stride, as though he'd come
up against a wall, nodding to himself as he turned toward Reed. He reached for something inside his lab coat. "I suppose there is no other alternative then", he said pointing a
*cellular disrupter at the Commander.
