for himself," she said, and there was an edge in her voice that definitely didn't sit well with Morishi. She continued, "He wants us to do all the hard work, then he'll just come in and grab the credit out from under us. No-no way in hell," she said fiercely. "This thing is going to make my career, Bill. I won't have it. We'll have to accelerate the program."
Her tone of voice, her attitude-even her word choice-were all very disconcerting to Morishi. It didn't at all sound like the Elizabeth Trent he'd known, admired, and worked with all these years. This woman, she sounded almost paranoid. What in hell was going through her mind?
But she was looking at him expectantly, clearly wanting to know what he could do to help speed up the investigation. The bottom line was, she was the boss. Morishi knew that all too well. Very well, then, if that was what the boss wanted, then he was obliged to provide for her.
"Elizabeth, I want to show you something."
She approached him as he put a diagram of the artifact up on the wall. He tapped an area in particular that he wanted her to look at, and she leaned forward, her brow furrowed. "This grid back here, is that a power relay?" she asked. Sheridan would have been incensed to learn that they had this much data. Trent didn't give a damn.
"We think so," Morishi replied. "Dr. Mankowitz believes an external power source was used to kick-start the internal generators."
She frowned. "They look damaged."
"Someone definitely wanted to shut that thing down," agreed Morishi. "Shot out the internal relays, the power grid. After that, whatever original charge it had dissipated during the time it was drifting through hyperspace."
"I want them reconnected," Trent said without hesitation. "Use spit and baling wire if you have