Mike kept his eye on the foot of a very tall Andorian. It appeared that there was some kind of weapon concealed in an ankle holster. Mike had felt worried about someone else being armed before and so he had bought himself a type-I phaser. He now had it in his hand, this Andorian looked very dodgy. Something was wrong. The andorian turned around quickly and Mike ducked instictivley, drawing attention to himself. He couldn't cope with this anymore, he was not sure if it was the Andorian or not, but he was being watched. He was sure of that. Mike got up and began to walk down the corridor, he would be able to notice if someone was following him that way, he walked quickly, not avoiding attention as he knew he should. Mike made his way to a turbolift and then went to the Starfleet Personnel center as soon as possible. The deck which housed the station's Starfleet Personnel facilities, one of the only places off limits to the public, was well lit, something which Mike liked the feeling off, "Whats this?" he said to himself, bending down and looking at the wall, there were marks: phaser fire? He stood up and spun around looking for anyone. Nothing. He continued on his journey. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, a footstep came from behind. He was being followed. Mike turned around and pointed his phaser towards his assailant, to notice a woman, one of the Chimera's crew members: Rangi Summers. He apologised and, looking down, continued towards the Starfleet Armory. He put his small phaser away as he entered the armory. It was locked as nobody was on duty, but as he was Lt Rank, he could override this. He entered and alluminated the room, he walked up and down, checked it was empty and then he locked the door. Mike removed his uniform and under it placed padded armouring which would absorb even the highest enery phaser blasts. He then put his uniform over it and then strapped a belt around him. Into his he placed a tricorder, emergency transport beacon, a pair of Type-I phasers and a Type-II Phaser. He drew out his tricorder and began to scan. Nothing yet. =Six minutes later= Mike gulped. His true assailant had caught up with him this time, he had tried to loose whoever it was in the crowd, but he hadnt had any luck. Someone was following him. Something dropped and smashed, Mike pivoted, hand on phaser. It was a plate, nothing else. Mike breathed deeply. He knew it was important to stay calm and escape whoever was following him. He tried to work out who it could have been. Did he have any enemies? He couldn't think straight. Where should he go? Holodeck? Shuttle? Operations? He couldn't tell someone he was being followed, otherwise his assailant might kill him there and then and then be off the station in an hour. Mike decided he should spend time in the company of somebody he knew. He to the Starfleet Mess hall, where he would take a position as far from the door as possible and watch people who entered. His tricorder was still scanning. Lt Mike Blackburn ACEO, USS Chimera.