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Chapter V
Part 2
“Utter nonsense!” Those were the two words that went
through Rand’s head as she peered through her goggles into the inky-blackness
of the night. The desert landscape
was cast a washy florescent green by the special magnifying light of the eye
gear, giving the planet a ghostly cast, almost like an alternate reality. Pebbles and rocks popped out at her,
looking like glowing warts of a mythical beast.
Or did they
look like boogers, Rand thought with contempt.
She looked
across the way where Spock was deeply involved in the search, gazing intently
into his tricorder.
Why the hell
were we doing this?
The night
search was an all-out blow to sensibility, as far as Rand was concerned. There was no pressing situation here
that required a night search. A
search such as this was done in situations where an incident happened at night,
and a search party was sent out immediately after, as time was of the
essence. This situation was almost
a cold case, so even the best night equipment was no substitute for broad daylight,
especially when evidence became a lot less reliable with the passage of
time.
But there
was something else about this night search that really burned in Rand’s brain,
stoked her.
“Mr.
Spock. Is there any reason why
we’re searching in the same exact spots that were searched this morning? Exactly what do you think the night
goggles will pick up that the sun couldn’t? I mean, help me out here.”
Spock put
down his tricorder and walked over to where Rand was. He removed his goggles slowly and stood in front of her,
peering into her eyes in that disconcerting way of his. Rand didn’t remove her goggles but
peered right back at him, unflinchingly.
Her earlier fear of Spock was gone, something that came as a rather
pleasant surprise to Rand.
Or maybe it
was the goggles that made her feel safe.
“Might there
be a problem, Yeoman?” he said, more as a statement than a question, his voice
quietly condescending.
“I just told
you the problem, Mr. Spock! If we
couldn’t find anything in these parts under daylight, how are we going to
suddenly find anything when it’s dark?”
Not only was
Rand no longer afraid, she was downright irritated!
“One never
knows what one can find with measured diligence, utmost attention to detail,
and the most important element of all: logic. This is regardless of the particular time in which the
search is being conducted.”
“Measured
diligence and utmost attention to detail means nothing, sir, if our visions are
obstructed by the night’s darkness.”
She made sure her tone was delivered in the same clipped fashion that
Spock delivered his words. “And
there’s not much ‘intelligence’ in searching at night in a case like this.”
Spock’s gaze
was steely, biting. “You are not
in command here, Yeoman. I am the
one who decides what is to be done pertaining to this search here.”
Rand opened
her mouth to say something when Spock’s communicator went off. He pulled it from its holster and
flipped open the top.
“Spock
here.”
“Riley here,
sir. We’ve search the area with a
fine-tooth comb. There’s nothing
here.”
“You have
not searched for that long a duration of time, Mr. Riley.”
“Look, Mr.
Spock. Me and Scotty searched long
enough to know that nothing’s here!
There’s no leads. Just like
there were no leads this morning!”
Rand interjected. “Mr. Spock, can’t we just call it an
evening and go back inside? I’m
frankly tired, and I have a lot of work to do. I still have to get through the Ellis logs.”
Spock’s body
went stiff, rigid. His lips drew
into a tight indignant line before he spoke into his communicator again.
“We are
continuing with this search until I give the word to end it. Spock out.”
“But, sir…”
Spock
snapped his communicating device closed, effectively cutting Mr. Riley off
mid-sentence. He was clearly a man
who couldn’t be bothered. But just
then, to Rand’s smug delight, his communicator went off again.
At first,
Spock held the communicator and simply looked at it, not taking any initiative
to open it while it beeped in his hand.
“Aren’t you
going to answer that, Mr. Spock?”
Beep. Beep.
Rand was
loving this.
Spock opened
his communicator, albeit with hesitation.
“Spock here.”
“Dr. Begay
here, sir.”
Rand tried
to curb the smile that was forming at the corners of her mouth.
Here it
comes.
“Nothing’s
here, sir. No leads, no physical
evidence. Just the same results we
got this morning.”
Nothing’s here, just like this morning.
“The
duration of time in your search has not been long enough to come up with any
substantial find, Doctor.”
“With all
due respect, it was. I just had a
communication with Riley and Scotty and I’ve spoken to Nurse Rose. We’re all in agreement that this night
search needs to wrap up, sir.
We’re all pretty tired.”
“The fatigue
of the landing party is not of my concern, Dr. Begay. However, if it proves to be an issue, you can always
administer yourself and the others with stimulants. I will allow a few minutes for you to meet with the others
for this.”
He’s got to
be fuckin’ kidding me!
Rand felt herself
grow hot in her cheeks as her anger mounted.
“Sir,” began
Dr. Begay, the shaky resolve edging in a voice trying heroically to stay
level. “I could perhaps understand
if we were searching in parts not previously searched, but we’ve been through
these areas with fine-tooth combs earlier in the day and we’ve found
nothing. Nothing, sir! No amount of stimulants pumped into
bodies that would do better with rest will be able to get the results you want
from us!”
“I observe
how you and Mr. Riley use the term ‘fine-tooth comb’ in expressing the amount
of work that you believe you put into this search. Fascinating. If
indeed the areas have been searched with a ‘fine-tooth comb’ then you would
have, no doubt, discovered something.
May I suggest in the future not to use such a term if it does not
reflect the end result. Doing so
is most illogical.”
Rand shook
her head contemptuously at the Vulcan.
She was about to go against orders by picking up her equipment and walking
back to camp at this point.
“Sir, if I
may be so bold,” said Begay in a low steady voice that suggested
challenge. “Have you asked Yeoman
Rand about how she feels about the search?”
There was a
silence from Spock that spoke volumes.
He turned slowly to Rand, the communicator still open in the palm of his
hand.
For an
uneasy moment, Rand thought she saw a glint of the ancient warlike predecessor
in Spock’s eyes, a door into Vulcan’s violent past.
Rand stood
there crossing her arms, staring right back at him. She was a little frightened now, but she thought she hid it
well. Besides, even Vulcans are
not immune from a shot of the ol’ phaser if self-defense became necessary. She pursed her lips defiantly and cocked
her head. The Vulcan was clearly
outnumbered.
But he was
still in command.
So what?
The anger in
Spock’s eyes was gone almost as quickly as it came. He raised his communicator to his lips again. “Perhaps, Doctor, the difference
between humans and Vulcans may very well be stamina, determination and
logic. We Vulcans, possessing all
three of these traits, usually end up with far better results in whatever we
endeavor.”
Now the
communicator on Begay’s side fell silent, but Rand did not. She felt her rage bubble to the surface
like a steaming pot of water, pushing itself out and spilling over.
“Excuse me,
Mr. Spock, can I ask you a question?
Have your ‘superior abilities’ been able to come up with any leads
tonight, or earlier in the day for that matter? As a pairing, coupled with your ‘superior abilities’ you and
I should be rolling in physical evidence by now, right? Oh, now wait a minute—wasn’t it Riley
and Scotty, not one--but two lowly humans, who found those log entries, and not
you?!”
When she was
finished Rand stood there, shaking in her indignation, nervous but defiant.
“There! I
said it,” she thought.
The two
stood there, facing each other.
Spock’s eyes bore into Rand while she returned the favor with equal
fervor. The winds of the desert
whipped and flapped around and between them like careening vehicles, their deep
scratchy bellows reverberating through the abandoned structures and dark
wasteland.
Finally,
Spock broke eye contact, lowered his gaze to the ground, and took a long
defeated breath; a white flag moment to put an end to the staring down.
“Dr. Begay,
please contact the others to alert them that the search is to be wrapped up for
the evening. We will resume
tomorrow.”
“Very good,
sir.”
Spock
quietly closed his communicator and replaced it back in its pouch.
Rand took a relieved breath herself and
gathered her equipment. When she
was finished collecting her things, she did what she had done after that first
search.
She slung
her knapsack on her back and walked ahead of Mr. Spock without looking over her
shoulder.
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