“Superstitious rubbish, sir,” Reed retorted. He followed Archer into the lift. “I think its Rostov’s team keeping Kelby on his toes.” Jon chuckled softly and leaned against the wall. He was about to offer his own theory when Malcolm reached forward and pressed the emergency stop. The lift shuddered to a halt.
“Something on your mind, Commander?” Archer asked.
“I didn’t want to put this in an official report, sir,” the armoury officer said flatly, his eyes locked on the doors in front of him, “but I’ve discovered a number of security breaches in sickbay dating back almost nine months.”
“What kind of breaches?” Jon asked tightly.
“Someone accessed the DNA records of members of the crew,” Reed stated. “Whoever was behind it,” he added grimly, “knew exactly what they were doing. I was damn
