<strong>Scientist, Carl Dodd</strong><br/><strong>Cafeteria</strong><br/><br/>It was on the late side, most of the staff had already eaten.  Carl grabbed a few pieces of bread, and some meatloaf (at least, it looked like meatloaf - what passed as meat these days was often at least half soy) then found his favorite table in an obscure corner, between the kitchen service door, and the recyclers.  Nobody ever wanted to sit there because it was noisy and smelled a bit from the recyclers - but the positioning was perfect for him - he could see just about everything going on, and nobody really tended to look in his direction.<br/><br/>People were scattered - just a few occupied tables.  Popov and Anzhelika were, as usual, seated together.  He rubbed his chin.  He would have to act quickly, and Popov was probably the most likely candidate - he was trustworthy, and followed instructions to the letter.  He also didn't ask questions.  It wasn't good though, who he was keeping so much company with.  Anzhelika he didn't trust... there was something about her that rang wrong.  At some point, he thought, she was going to end up on his table...<br/><br/>He finished his meal quickly, and made his way back to the living area.  Instead of going to his own quarters, he detoured into a supply area, then closed the door.  Walking to the ever-present com-panel, he entered a back-door access code - one he'd never used, and likely, would never use again.  The com-panel responded with an administrative display, and he used it to link the one in the supply area, with the one in Warden Taylor's quarters.  A few taps later, and he sent out the message.  It would quite clearly appear to have come from the Warden, and even if someone dug VERY deeply, the only thing they'd ever find was the use of an admin code - which was something only the Warden should have been able to do anyway.  No - this one wasn't going to trace back to him, and it wouldn't harm Popov either, though it was possible he might be asked about it sometime in the future - the guard wouldn't have any information to add anyway.<br/><br/>The message went out then... "Aleks... please bring prisoner Amelia Lightfoot from her cell to my personal suite.  The door is unlocked - simply let her in, then leave us."<br/><br/>Another few taps on the panel while it was in administrative mode quietly, and without fuss, unlocked Warden Taylor's door.<br/><br/>Carl reset the panel to normal mode, then took a few bags of snacks from the shelves - if someone had seen him, he'd at least have a reason to have been in the supply room - then made his way back to his quarters.<br/><br/>He crossed his fingers... if Amelia, for some reason, didn't kill the Warden Taylor, then the Warden would be somewhat angry.  She'd never be able to trace the activity to him, but she'd likely take it out on someone.  As he entered his private area, there was a familiar vibration and the sound of a docking notice - A supply sub had docked.  Carl checked the manifest quickly and found nothing of interest - just the standard supply update... and Dean Anderson returning from his yearly vacation...