Stardate 52052.4 

     Reman was in his barbershop finishing up a customer.
     "Thanks Reman.  You do good work.  Well, I had better get back to the 
brig," said Lieutenant Heaton.
     "No problem.  Nice doing business with you," Reman said as he showed 
Heaton to the door.
     When it closed, Reman pulled out a communications device and pressed a few
buttons on it.  After a few moments Lyinn came knocking from on the other side
of the bulkhead.  Reman picked up a metal rod leaning against the wall and used
it to pry the bulkhead open.  Lyinn walked in.  The Cardassian mind control 
device that Reman had put on her was still on her head.  She had several things
in a little backpack that Reman had put on her.  Reman picked her up, took off
her backpack, and then put her back into her cage.  Reman then hid the cage in
his barbershop.
     "Let's see what you got for me.  I hope none of the senior officers 
noticed you in their quarters.  This little test for you will prove your 
usefulness to me," Reman said as he picked up the backpack and opened it.
     First, he pulled out a jar of waxing gel that belonged to Syxx, "Ah, yes,
some Bolian waxing gel.  They use this to clean their scalps.  A shiny head is
seen as a sign of good hygiene and attractiveness to the opposite sex.  Not 
worth much but maybe I could use it.  What else have we got here?"  
     Reman pulled something else out.  It was a picture of the bridge officer 
Elea without her clothes on.  Reman studied it for a second, "Hmmm.. this is 
interesting but obviously not a real picture.  I can spot a fake like this a 
mile away.  It seems as though someone else on this ship has the same idea as 
I do, but being a Starfleet officer they probably shouldn't be having such 
thoughts about a fellow officer.  I could use this picture against them.  The 
name on this picture is... Mull Valen.  I know who that is and soon he will be
getting a visit from me."  
     Reman set the picture down and took another object from the backpack.  It
was what appeared to be a translation table for an ancient Vulcan writing 
system and also a note written using the characters.  Reman couldn't make heads
or tails of it, but decided he could translate it later on and maybe find out 
some interesting things.  "It is signed Captain Mason.  I wonder what he needs
to keep so secret as to use such an old and difficult Vulcan writing system.  
I'll just have to figure it out later."  
     Reman put the note and the table on top of the picture.  He then took 
another item from the pack and looked at it.  It was a metal tin with some 
green and blue crushed grains contained within.  It couldn't have been beetle 
snuff because there weren't any other Ferengi on board, thought Reman.  Reman 
tried sniffing some but quickly blew the rancid smelling grains onto the floor.
"Oh Frinx!  That stuff is awful!  I had better get rid of it," Reman said, 
tossing the tin in the replicator.  The replicator turned on and eliminated 
the tin.  
     Reman reached in the backpack again and pulled out another picture.  It 
was very different from the other picture but was still interesting.  On the
picture were two men and two women standing together posing for the obviously 
real photograph.  They all had white lab coats on and the caption under the 
picture read, "Daystrom Institute Cybernetics Division, Elea Project 
Development Team.  Pictured from left to right, Commander Bruce Maddox, Dr. 
Karry Bishop, Max Flannery, and Tina Richter."  Reman put it down, mumbled how
worthless it was, and then went on to the last item in the backpack.
     Reman pulled out a PADD with deflector calculations and sensor records on
it.  It was marked as Chief Beeg's property.  "Well, well, well.  What is our 
great 'suspended from duty' Pinx officer up to?  It looks like he took the 
sensor logs from when the Goulavar shot that pulse at us and tried to duplicate
it using the deflector dish.  Too bad I have his calculations and sensor logs.
He won't be making any more modifications without this, unless he wants to buy
it from me of course," Reman said quietly laughing to himself.

     Meanwhile in Syxx's quarters, Syxx was looking around for his waxing gel,
"I could have sworn it was here," said Syxx.  He then walked over to the 
replicator, made some more, and began applying it to his head.

     In Lenoz and Zenoz's quarters, Lenoz was hastily looking around under the
table, in draws, and anywhere else.  "Where the hell is it?  I can't find the 
stupid little tin!  This has got to be the worst," he said.
     Zenoz yelled from the bed, "Have you found it yet?  I need it now!  Not 
tomorrow, not next week! You don't want me to get up do you?"
     "No of course not, Zenoz.  Just give me a break.  I thought we brought the
Oblokoni herbs to calm your irritability during your cycle with us but I must
have misplaced them," Lenoz said.
     "Well find them!", Zenoz yelled as he threw a pillow at Lenoz.  Lenoz 
ducked, shook his head, and then continued his search.

     Elsewhere on the ship, Captain Mason looked down at his table where his 
note was supposed to be.  I need to finish that note, but how can I if I can't
find it.  I could just write another one but if I can't find the other one then
that means someone must have taken it.  That note is too important to me for 
anyone else to read it.  Good thing I wrote it in that ancient Vulcan writing,
Mason thought to himself as he pondered what he should do.

     In Beeg's quarters, his temper was starting to get the best of him again.
Beeg's eyes were light orange but began to turn red.  "I know I left those
calculations and sensor logs in here where nobody else would find them, but 
where is it?  I need those calculations to make the final modifications!  I 
can't take it anymore!"
     Having said that Beeg had reached the peak of his control and stability.
He yelled as he started throwing and overturning things, trashing his room 
looking for his PADD.  Next, he took out his anger on his mattress, tearing it
open.  Then he broke the mirror in the bathroom by punching straight through it
and then crushing it with his foot.  He then ripped the clothes dresser out of 
the wall and tossed it across the room.
     His blood was racing and he was sweating and breathing heavily.  After 
breaking almost everything in his room, Beeg looked over at his glass table and
with one mighty swing broke it into a thousand pieces that sprayed all over the
floor.  With that he slumped down on the ground and growled in a low voice.

     Mull was disturbed as well when he went into his quarters to find 
something missing.  He was frantic that someone might have found his picture of
Elea, maybe even Elea herself.  It was something Mull didn't want to get out 
and give him a bad reputation with the women on board.  He grabbed a tricorder
and began searching his room to discover it was nowhere to be found.  That 
didn't stop him, though.  Mull went down the hallway and continued his search. 
After a time Elea came down the hall and noticed Mull intently staring at his 
tricorder, searching every inch of the hallway.
     "Are you looking for something, Commander?", she asked.
     Mull was startled at the sound of her voice and dropped the tricorder, 
"Oh, Elea.  You scared me.  I was busy um... looking for something I may have 
lost," Mull answered back.
     "That's funny you should mention losing something because I lost a picture
I had.  Not to long ago either," Elea said.
     "A picture?  What kind of picture," Mull said, a little paranoid.
     "Oh, it isn't that important.  Just something I had.  What are you looking
for?"
     Mull was getting nervous and quickly picked up his tricorder, "Um... 
nothing really.  My item probably isn't as important as your picture.  I'll 
tell you what.  Why don't you give me a description of the picture and I could
find it for you," Mull said anxiously.
     "No, that's okay.  I'm sure it will turn up when I least expect it," Elea
said.
     Mull gave her a nervous glance, "Uh... sure.  Well, talk to you later."
     Mull turned and walked off quickly.  Elea cocked her head to one side and
reviewed the visual record of what she had just seen.
     "He is searching for a picture.  I thought I saw something about it on 
that tricorder he had.  I wonder what he's up to?", Elea said as she continued
down the hall.