“I’m going down there,” Picard said, and headed for the ’lift. Riker opened his mouth and then shut it again, for the security team would beat the captain there by long enough to get their job done. Still, his mouth quirked in a slight smile at the sight of the man leaving the bridge, a man very much in search of answers and unwilling to take “no” for one. Worf met his team coming out of the ’lift on deck ten, the best of the shift—little slim Ryder, dark Mirish, and tall blue Detaith—his pick for a situation in which there might be physical trouble, for all of them looked unlikely to be able to stop it, and all of them most spectacularly were. “Mr. Worf—” “Ready, Commander.” They were standing outside the door to the access station, a little room off the main corridor leading to the cores proper. “The captain is on his way.” “Intruder’s three meters in on the right as you go in,” said Lieutenant Mann from the bridge security console.
