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Good day, Voyager,

and welcome to
A Briefing with Neelix.

lt's a catchy title, isn't it?

l'll be coming to you
each and every day

with news of general interest,

interviews with
our fascinating crew members,

musical performances,

recommendations
for new holodeck programs

and, of course,
previews of upcoming meals--

everything from Hlaka soup
to Zabee nuts.

A Briefing with Neelix
will help you stay informed

about ship's activities,

uh, keep you abreast of
your colleagues' accomplishments

and broaden your knowledge
about a wealth of subjects,

but most of all,
it will make you feel good

because what you see here
will always be

the most uplifting,
optimistic view

of everything
that happens on our ship.

After all,
as your morale officer,

isn't it my job
to bring a little joy

into everyone's day, hmm?

Captain Janeway has agreed
to appear on the show

with regular updates
about the ship's progress

and Commander Chakotay

will commend
outstanding crew members,

so, snap to, and keep those
boots polished to a shine.

You never know
when you might be featured

on A Briefing with Neelix.

Ready, Ensign?

All set, Neelix.

ln just a moment,
an amazing talent.

Ensign Pablo Baytart
will astound you

with his juggling ability.

He'll keep padds, hyposprays,
even phasers in the air

for minutes at a time.

l don't... but before that,

what makes people feel better
than a little romance?

And what Lieutenant
in a gold uniform

was recently huddled
in the Mess Hall

with what crewman in blue

having a very intimate
conversation

over a carafe of Silmic wine?

Well, l'd never name names,
but you know who you are.

Best wishes
to a handsome pair of lovebirds.

And now,

ladies and gentlemen,
Ensign Pablo Baytart.

Well? What did you think?

l'm a Doctor, not a performer.

l don't have time
for such nonsense.

l can see
Hints for Healthful Living

becoming a very popular
segment, Doctor.

l don't think so.

You'd be lifted

to a whole new level
in the crew's eyes.

They'd hang on your every word.

You'd enjoy a popularity,
a celebrity

that you've never known before.

l would?

You don't have
to answer right away.

Just think about it.

Ah! Mr. Kim!

Just the person l wanted to see.

See you later.

Did you watch A Briefing
with Neelix this morning?

Uh, yes. Yes, l did.

ls there something
about the program you disliked?

l'm not sure l care
for all the frosting.

Frosting?

Deck 4.

Recipes, music, jugglers--

it's sort of like
a steady diet of dessert,

which is fine,
but pretty soon, you want

some meat and potatoes.

You do?

When l was in school,

l was editor of the Academy
newspaper for a year.

l monitored subspace
transmissions.

l got reports
on some of the first activity

by the Maquis
against the Cardassians.

l wrote an editorial

about it, and the students
became polarized on the issue.

They debated the pros and cons

and gained an insight
into the entire history

of the political rebellion.

Now, that's
the power of journalism.

What did your professor say
when you told him

you were going
to publish the editorial?

l didn't tell them.

lt's the job of a journalist
to be independent.

Bridge to Mr. Neelix.

You have
an incoming transmission.

l'm heading for my quarters.

Put it through there.

Yes, sir.

Neelix, my friend, how are you?

Laxeth,
you old dilithium scrubber!

lt's good to see you.

Calling to trade me

some of your
ill-gotten goods again?

l promise you
l never want to see

another wheel
of Pendrashian cheese.

Oh, those days are behind me.

l'm legitimate now.

l'm communications master
of a Talaxian convoy.

Communications master...

well, you've certainly
come up in the world.

Congratulations.

Looks like l'll be seeing you
in a few days.

How's that?

We've been asked to rendezvous
with your ship.

We're going to pick up
a passenger.

Passenger?
We don't carry any passengers.

Apparently,
it's a member of your crew.

All l know is
someone wants to leave your ship

and come to work for us.

Just how, exactly, did you hear

that someone
was leaving the ship?

An old friend of mine is serving
with a Talaxian convoy.

He told me they'd be
rendezvousing with us

in a few days.

Janeway to Tuvok.

Yes, Captain?

Could you join us
in my ready room, please?

Right away.

Lieutenant, Mr. Neelix has heard

on good authority
that one of our crew

will be leaving the ship
in a few days.

Naturally, he's curious

about the identity
of this person.

What are the security issues
here?

l don't believe there are
any serious concerns, Captain.

There is no need to withhold
this information any longer.

Lieutenant Paris...

has asked to be
put off the ship.

Tom?

l'm sure you're aware

that he's had
some problems lately.

Well, yes.

He has been disruptive

and often sets a bad example
for the rest of the crew.

But... he seemed so determined
to get those things behind him.

lt means a lot to him
to be respected by this crew.

All l can tell you is that
when he was relieved of duty

he asked me to make arrangements
for him to leave the ship.

l tried to talk him out
of it, but he was adamant.

We detected the Talaxian convoy

and they were more than happy
to get a pilot of Tom's ability.

l can't believe this.

l never thought...

Captain, may l speak with him?

Of course.

He's in his quarters.

Come in.

Hello, Tom.

Neelix.
How's it going?

Not good, it looks like.

What's wrong?

l hear you're leaving the ship.

Good news travels fast, l guess.

Yeah, l figured there was

quite a bit more opportunity
for advancement

on a Talaxian convoy
than there was

on the only Starfleet ship
in the Quadrant.

When did you make this decision?

Truthfully?
Uh, about a minute and a half

after l set foot on this ship
a year ago.

l knew it was a mistake to try
to fit into Starfleet again

and l should have listened
to myself.

A few more months
in that rehab colony

would have been a hell of
a lot better than being here.

Tom, you and l have
had our differences,

but l thought we put
those behind us. l...

l just hope l haven't...
contributed to your decision.

Neelix, no.

This isn't about anybody
except me.

l've done this to myself
just like always.

No matter where l go
or who l'm with,

l make a mess of things.

The unmistakable conclusion
has to be that, deep down,

l don't want any friends
or a family or a home.

Otherwise, l wouldn't
keep sabotaging

the possibilities.

l thought you found
those things here.

l tried, or maybe l just
told myself l was trying.

l'm not sure.

Either way,
it's just not working.

Frankly, l'd like to get out
before l completely destroy

my image.

There might actually be
one or two people

who still have
a good opinion of me.

l'm one of them, Tom...

and l wish you wouldn't go.

Well, l thank you.

But, the truth is, l've always
considered myself a drifter.

You know what that's like,
Neelix.

Freedom to do what you want,
when you want.

No rules to follow,
nobody depending on you, right?

Well, there you are.

l've been waiting
for what seems like hours.

Doctor, what can l do for you?

l want to discuss the details

of my participation
on your program.

l've been giving it
a great deal of thought

and l've come up
with a number of ideas

l think you'll find
quite intriguing.

Well, that's good news.

l-l'm delighted you've decided
to become a contributor,

but l'm afraid l don't have time
to discuss it right now.

But l've already prepared

today's topic: ''How to keep
your nostrils happy.''

That is fascinating,

but l'm afraid
there's a more important story

l have to work on today.

You mean...
l'm not going to appear today?

When you see it,
l'm sure you will understand.

Hmm.
But l will be on tomorrow?

Definitely.
Without fail, l promise you.

Very well, but tomorrow,
l'll want to cover two topics.

l have a most entertaining idea.

''Uncovering the hidden mysteries
of the adrenal gland.''

Fine, fine.
Good-bye, Doctor.

Good morning, Voyager.

l want to tell you
about a friend of mine.

l first met this man
almost a year ago,

and, to tell you the truth,
l didn't like him much.

He seemed a little too cocky,
a little too sure of himself.

A lot of people had questions
about him.

He'd proven he'd pretty much
sell himself out

to the highest bidder,
go wherever the wind blew him.

So people wondered:

Could you trust this person
when things got tough?

Would he stand
side by side with you

or would he let you down
when you needed him most?

But the fact of the matter is,

he proved himself
right from the beginning.

l wouldn't be alive right now
if it weren't for him,

and the same goes
for many of you.

lt took me a while
to realize it.

Like a lot of people,
l was too caught up

in first impressions

to see the truth
that was right in front of me.

l overlooked his bravery because
l was focusing on his brashness.

l ignored his courage
because l saw it as arrogance,

and l resented his friendliness

because l mistook it
for licentiousness.

So while this man
was giving us his best

every minute of every day,
l was busy judging him.

And now, he's leaving.

l'm proud to say that in spite
of my narrow-mindedness,

Thomas Eugene Paris
became my friend.

l'm going to miss him.

No more laughs
over a game of pool.

No more sitting up into
the wee hours swapping stories.

No more complaints
about my cooking.

Good-bye, Tom.

l think l speak for more of us
than you might imagine

when l say
you're going to leave

an empty space when you go.

l hope you find
what you're looking for.

Lieutenant, Operations has
detected a minute increase

in the engine core temperature.

Are you aware of it?

Yes, Captain.

There's a slight imbalance
in the magnetic constrictors.

lt's causing the plasma
stream to overheat.

l have a team working on it.

Keep me posted.

Mr. Neelix, l'm very
pleased with your program,

especially your tribute
to Lieutenant Paris.

Thank you.

Captain, have you decided
who's going to replace Paris?

l have several people in mind.

Baytart is one.
Hamilton.

Captain, do you think...?

l mean, it's possible Tom might
change his mind, to come back.

Maybe you shouldn't
replace him so quickly.

Harry, Lieutenant Paris
made his decision

with no indication that he
had any doubts about it

or that he might change
his mind in the near future.

We have to accept that
and move on.

What's our tactical status?

All systems are functional.

Engineering to Torres.

Go ahead.

We have a problem here.

What is it?

The magnetic constrictors
have lost alignment.

The plasma stream
is way too hot.

lt's starting to infect

the injector valves.

l'm on my way.

We're finished here.

Dismissed.

Lieutenant, if l may...

this sounds like news
of substance to me.

Just stay out of our way.

lt's gotten worse.

l can't get
the injector valves closed.

Antimatter is starting
to seep into the warp core.

Have you tried adjusting
the power transfer conduits?

Yes. No effect.

We have to try to contain
the reaction in the core.

Don't let the PTC temperature
get above 3.2 million kelvins.

lt's at 2.9 million now.

PTC temperature now
at three million kelvins.

We're going to have
to vent some plasma.

lf you vent plasma that hot
through the nacelles,

the warp coils are going to fry.

Better that than a core breach.

Reinforce the structural field

around the power
transfer conduits

and then prepare
to begin venting plasma.

PTC temperature
now 3.2 million kelvins!

lt's cascading.

Get away from that console.

l can stop it from here.

Get away, Jonas!

Computer,
initiate plasma venting.

Are we all right?

PTC temperature is dropping,

approaching safe levels.

We're under control.

Neelix to Sick Bay.

Prepare for emergency transport.

We have three wounded.

This one's not badly hurt.

20 milligrams impedrezine.

Vital signs steady.

Second degree burns
to face and chest.

Treat him
with the dermal regenerator.

Ah. The situation
has been stabilized.

None of the victims
is in danger any longer.

May l interview one of them now?

One of the patients?

l'd think you'd be
more interested

in my assessment
of the medical situation.

Well, l am, of course.

Would you care
to make a statement?

Yes.

The first task is to triage

or to assess
the relative condition

of each of the victims

and then to prioritize
treatment accordingly.

Thank you, Doctor.

l'm sure that will be of
great interest to the crew.

l wasn't finished.

Next, the treatment per se
must be supervised.

Very interesting.

Now, l know the crew would
love to hear a few words

from the man who risked his life
to save the ship.

Would you consent
to an interview?

l was just doing my job, Neelix.

Lieutenant Torres is
the one you should talk to.

Janeway to Neelix.

Right here, Captain.

Could you join us
on the Bridge, please?

l'm on my way.

l'll contact you later
about the interview.

The plasma burst irradiated
the engine nacelles.

The inner layer of the warp
coils was burned away.

Which means
the warp engines are useless

until we can rebuild them.

They're made from a substance
known as verterium cortenide.

Do you know where we
can find a source?

Verterium cortenide.

lf l'm not mistaken,

that's a densified
composite material.

That's right.
lt's composed

of polysilicate verterium
and monocrystal cortenum.

Do you know
of any nearby source?

Let's see.

There's a yellow dwarf
system called Hemikek

with an M-Class planet
quite rich in minerals.

Mining rights belong

to a consortium
of nonaggressive people.

l'm sure we could
make arrangements

to purchase
some verterium and cortenum.

Good work, Neelix.

Captain, message coming in
from the Talaxian convoy.

Put it on screen.

Captain Janeway.

What's happened?

We were attacked
by the Kazon-Nistrim.

Do you have casualties?
How can we help?

We have no serious casualties

and they didn't take
any of our cargo.

The one thing
they were interested in

was your former crewman,
Thomas Paris.

They took him aboard their ship
and then left.

l thought you'd want to know.

Tom Paris...

Hello, Seska.

You're looking
radiantly maternal.

ln another month,
Chakotay will have a son...

or a daughter.

l really didn't
want to know which.

Makes it more interesting,
don't you think?

l wouldn't know.

l have no idea which one
Chakotay would prefer.

He and l rarely see eye to eye.

You've had your problems
with him lately, too.

l know all about
what's happened.

Your sudden inability
to be Starfleet's good boy.

lt's not sudden.

l never really fit in there.

Then ''Lieutenant Tom Paris''
was just a pretense.

No.

No, it was me trying very hard

to be someone
l finally couldn't be.

l never liked you, Tom.

l didn't trust you.

l don't trust you now.

l can assure you
the feeling is mutual.

Fine.

But we might be able
to help each other...

if you're telling the truth.

ls that why you kidnapped me
and dragged me here,

so we can be pals now?

l thought
it might make sense to you.

And if it doesn't?

The Kazon tend to be excessive
in their use of force.

lt's nothing l can change.

But l can promise you'll be
well-treated on this ship

if we decide
we can work together.

What exactly would that mean?

You're an excellent pilot.

We could make good use
of your skills,

and, of course, you have
information about Voyager

that could be quite valuable.

lt seems to me
like you're already getting

a lot of valuable information
about Voyager from somewhere.

Think about it, Tom.

Think about where you want to be
when the Nistrim seize Voyager

and start taking control of
the Quadrant sector by sector.

Just let me know.

Captain's Log, Stardate 49485.2.

ln spite of the fact

that Tom Paris has been abducted
by the Kazon,

we must continue on course
for the Hemikek system.

Something just doesn't
make sense.

l mean, he wasn't off the ship
for a day when the Kazon

attacked that convoy.

How did they find out so fast
that Tom was there?

Maybe someone on the convoy
told them.

A Talaxian convoy

would never let the Kazon
know where they are.

That would be like
committing suicide.

Maybe they came
to rob the cargo,

but when they realized
there was a Starfleet officer...

That wouldn't have stopped them
from taking the cargo, too.

And according to my friend,
Laxeth,

it was a swift,
efficient strike.

lt sounds like they knew
Tom was there

and they came just to get him.

But who would have told them?

One possibility l can think of

is that it was someone
on this ship.

On Voyager?.

Who would do that?

l don't know...

but a responsible journalist
would find out.

B'Elanna, l didn't expect
to find you here.

Are you working the night shift?

l have been since the accident.

What brings you here?

l was wondering
if you could show me

how to access the subspace
communications logs?

Why would you be interested
in the com logs?

Well, just part
of my news program.

Well, l can get you into them,
but then you're on your own.

l'm still trying to bring

the magnetic constrictors
into alignment.

l understand.
Just get me started.

How far back do you want to go?

Oh, maybe a month or two.

Okay, the file's open.

Transmissions are logged
on by date and time.

Anything else?

No, l'll be fine.
Thank you very much.

Mike, we're going
into the computer core

to look over the magnetic
constrictor circuitry.

Hold down the fort.
All right?

Okay, Lieutenant.

Voyager to Mithren.

Mithren again.

Voyager to Kotati...

Are you looking for
something in particular?

l don't know exactly
what l'm looking for.

Something anomalous.

Why?

An incident l'm investigating.

Tell me, Mr. Hero,

if someone wanted to make
a secret subspace transmission,

how would he do it?

Why would you want
to know that?

Oh, l can't be too forthcoming
right now,

but if l find
what l think l'm going to,

well, let me just say
that this ship will be stunned.

A secret transmission, huh?

Well, that would be tough,
Neelix.

There are all kinds of
security routines in place

and any time a subspace
antenna array is in use,

the sensors make a record of it.

l'm not seeing anything
anomalous here.

What about that?

What?

That... gap.

As if some of the log entries
have been deleted.

Well, that's just
a data fragmentation.

l beg your pardon?

lt probably happened

when the plasma
overloaded the system.

Little glitches like this

will be popping up for
weeks, l'd imagine.

Here it is again.

l wouldn't worry about it.

Maybe Lieutenant Torres
can explain it.

There's nothing to explain.

Believe me, Neelix,
you're making too much of it.

Ah! Here it is again.

Gaps in the log entries.

And, frankly, it looks like more
than data fragmentation to me.

The gaps are showing up in logs
entered over the last month

but not before that.

So, there you are!

l've been looking for you,
Mr. Neelix.

Doctor, how can l help you?

You again neglected to include
me in your news program.

lf you remember, l was
to have two segments today

because l was excluded
yesterday.

That's right, that's right.

l've been so preoccupied
with this other matter.

ln the interest of time,

l'm willing to forego
my story on the adrenal gland.

l will concentrate instead
on my latest idea

''The Klingon Glottis:
Friend or Foe?''

That's very interesting,

but we're going to have
to put it off until tomorrow.

That's what you said yesterday.

l'm sorry, Doctor,
but l really have to go now.

All through

the subspace communication logs,
there were these gaps

as though something
had been erased.

We have recently experienced
a plasma overload.

That could easily account

for the anomalous readings
in the logs.

Aha! l knew you'd say that.

Answer this, Mr. Vulcan:

Why would those gaps,
those deletions

occur only in the sub com logs

and only in the last month?

l checked
every log system we have--

sensor logs,
power allocation logs,

warp maintenance logs,
environmental control logs.

They're all perfectly fine.

What are you suggesting?

l believe someone on this ship

has been making
covert transmissions

and erasing the evidence.

To what end?

l don't know,
but l suspect whoever it was

has been communicating
with the Kazon.

That's
an extremely serious charge.

l know.

That's why l've come to you.

Mr. Neelix, l strongly suspect
that your enthusiasm

for your new
journalistic endeavor

is leading you to see villains
where none exist.

However, even the possibility
that someone on board

might secretly be communicating
with the Kazon

deserves investigation.

l will pursue the matter.

And l will help you.

l think not.

This is now a matter
of ship security.

l must ask you to withdraw
and let me handle it

according
to Starfleet protocols.

As a journalist, l have
an ethical obligation

to keep digging
for the facts in this case.

And l have the higher obligation

to keep you from putting
yourself and others at risk.

You will drop this matter.

l see.

All right, l leave it
in your hands.

Good hunting.

''A higher obligation''?

Ha. l'll show him
higher obligation.

He'll have Eskarian egg
on his face

when l get to the heart of this.

lt's the job of a journalist
to be independent.

Lieutenant, l wonder
if you could...

l'm a little busy right now,
Neelix.

What do you need?

l was wondering

if it's possible
to look underneath a log

that seems to have been erased,

see if there's
anything left of it.

Mr. Hogan, could you please
help Neelix out for a minute?

You want to recover
deleted logs?

Uh, that would be ideal.

Well, let me give it a try.

Usually it's possible
to recover data

unless extraordinary
measures

were taken to erase it.

Well, this is strange.

Computer, run a signal
modulation analysis

of this file.

Security authorization required.

Engineering authorization:
omega-four-seven.

Authorization accepted.

Running analysis.

What?

l... can't recover the logs

because these messages were sent

without using
any of the antenna arrays.

How could someone do that?

By sending the transmissions
through the ship's power grid.

The messages were encoded

in the waste energy
from the propulsion systems,

which is
almost indistinguishable

from galactic background noise.

lngenious.

Would there be a way

to determine
who sent the messages?

l'm looking
for signal correlation traces.

They'd indicate a com link
to the EPS conduits--

maybe give us a location.

l don't know if l can...

There.

There's one.

The source of the com link
is on Deck 4, Section 3-C.

Sorry, but l can't get
more specific than that.

Mr. Hogan, l need
your help over here.

Thanks for your help.

l'll check out Deck 4.

Go room by room,
console by console.

l'd look for evidence
of recent deletions.

lf you see any,
run a recovery program.

See what you get.

Computer, activate monitor.

Unable to comply.

Monitor is cleared for
Lieutenant Thomas Paris only.

Override existing clearance.

Engineering authorization:
omega-four-seven.

Authorization accepted.

Files recovered.

Unbelievable.

My friends,
l derive no satisfaction

from what l am
about to tell you.

l know l originally promised you

that l would only bring you
good news.

However, l feel it's important
that you know the truth.

l have uncovered evidence
that casts serious doubt

on the loyalties
of Lieutenant Thomas Paris.

l have discovered secret
communications to the Kazon

that were sent from his quarters

just prior
to his leaving the ship.

Get him up here... now.

...of messages sent to the Kazon

for some weeks
before his departure.

How did you trace those
transmissions to Tom's quarters?

lt was, uh...

l believe it was called
signal correlation traces.

Mr. Hogan was helping me,
and he detected them.

When l looked for signal
correlation traces,

there were none.

That means someone placed
them in the system

after my initial investigation.

What initial investigation?

Captain, what's going on?

What l'm about to say will come
as a surprise to you, Commander.

There has been a spy
aboard Voyager,

but it isn't Tom Paris.

lt isn't?

No. Lieutenant Paris is,
in fact, part of our plan.

Plan?

Some weeks ago, Tuvok
discovered evidence

of covert transmissions

leaving Voyager
through the EPS system.

We realized there was
someone on this ship

communicating
with the Kazon-Nistrim.

However,

we were unable to ascertain
who that person was.

We needed a way
to flush out the spy

and we had exhausted
all conventional means.

That's when
we thought of using Tom,

finding a way to get him
on the Kazon ship.

Are you saying Paris'
insulting behavior,

the gambling,
being late for duty,

mouthing off at me,
was all a ruse?

That is correct.

lt was important that his
decision to leave the ship

appear plausible, so he began
behaving like a malcontent.

And the reason l wasn't let in
on this little plan?

l was the one who recommended

to Captain Janeway
that you not be told.

l suspected that the spy
was a Maquis

and felt it was wrong
to put you in a position

of setting a trap for someone
who had once served under you.

ln other words,
you didn't trust me.

Commander, the simple fact is
we needed a good performance.

l'm afraid we used you
to help Tom provide it,

and you did a damn good job.

Now, it seems Mr. Neelix's
investigation

has made someone nervous--

nervous enough to put a trail

in the computer system
for him to follow.

Could it be Hogan?

l don't think so.

He was just the person
walking by

who Lieutenant Torres
asked to help me.

The spy may be
a little cozy now,

since you took the bait
and pointed the finger at Tom,

but we don't want him cozy.

l'd rather he feel
some pressure.

Perhaps we should
take advantage

of Mr. Neelix's
unintentional blunder.

Exactly. l want you
to keep investigating, Neelix.

Do what you've been doing--
poke around, ask questions--

but let people think

you're not so sure
you were right about Tom Paris.

That would put Neelix in a
potentially dangerous situation.

We would keep an open com link
to you at all hours.

My security team
could act immediately

if anything were to happen.

lt's up to you, Neelix.

This is purely voluntary.

Anything l can do to help,
Captain,

and get Tom home safely,
l want to do.

What did you expect?

...think this has all been about
exchanging holiday greetings?

No, of course not, but...

Here's how it's going to work.

We'll be waiting for you
on a planet

called Hemikek lV.

Well, Tom, it's always good

to have one's
instincts verified.

Clever plan, Seska,
leading Voyager into an ambush,

but even so, this ship
will be outmanned and outgunned.

That's why we have
ground troops on Hemikek

and more ships on the way.

Now, don't you wish
you'd taken my offer?

Thanks for the hospitality.

Go get him!

Lieutenant Torres is waiting
for these interlink sequencers.

Get them to her right away.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me.

Oh, hello, Neelix.

l was wondering if one
of you could help me.

We're a little busy right now.

What is it that you need?

The signal correlation traces
that implicated Tom Paris--

they were added
to the file after the fact.

You're kidding?

So, l was trying to figure out
how that could have happened

and who might have done it.

This couldn't be
a worse time, Neelix.

We're getting everything ready
for rebuilding the warp coils.

Do you mind if l use

the diagnostic terminal
over there?

Go ahead, just don't tap
into any Engineering systems.

l'll be careful.

Torres to Engineering.

Jonas here, Lieutenant.

l need the electrodynamic
load specs.

They weren't with
the other things you sent.

Sorry, Lieutenant.

l'll get them to you right now.

Take these to Lieutenant Torres.

Right.

What's going on?

Bridge to Engineering.

Jonas here, Captain.

l need you to increase
transporter range.

Shunt all available power
to Transporter Room 2.

Right away.

Let me know as soon
as you've done it.

We have an incoming shuttle

and we've identified
human life signs.

lt may be Tom Paris.

Yes, ma'am.

Paris to Voyager!
Paris to Voyager!

Do you read me yet?

Paris to Voyager!

Paris to Voyager!
Come in!

Voyager to Paris.
We hear you.

Captain, change your course
immediately.

The Kazon have ground troops
waiting for you

on Hemikek,
and more ships on the way.

We'll get you out of there
as soon as we can, Tom.

You're still
out of transporter range,

but we won't change course until
we've locked on to you.

l can take care of myself!

Just get Voyager to safety!

As soon as you're on board.

Tom, what happened?
Are you all right?

Lieutenant Paris, report.

Mr. Jonas,
we need that transporter now.

l'm working on it, Captain.

l'm having trouble resetting
the EPS manifold.

Stay on it.

Mr. Jonas, l'm no expert,

but it doesn't look to me
like you're working

on the transporter subsystems.

Neelix, l know what l'm doing.

What did you do?!

What is this force field for?

lt's just a precaution.

Please, Neelix!

Stay out of this!

Tom, can you hear me?
Report.

l'm here, Captain.

We'll be in normal transporter
range in another minute.

Captain... the spy.

lt's Michael Jonas.

He's the one
that sabotaged the ship.

Noted.
Janeway to Tuvok.

Get to Engineering immediately.

lt's Michael Jonas.

On our way.

Shuttle hull starting to breach.

Might not make it, Captain.

l recognize that subroutine.

You're into the weapons system.

You're disabling them!

For God's sakes,
Neelix, back off.

Neelix to...

We're in transporter range,
Captain.

Voyager to Paris.

Tom, can you hear me?

We're energizing now.

Transporter Room 2,
do you have him?

We have him, Captain.
He's all right.

lt's the Kazon ship, Captain.

Return fire.

Janeway to Tuvok,
are you in Engineering yet?

The doors are sealed.

We're working on it, Captain.

Bridge to Transporter Room 2.

Lock on to Mr. Jonas
in Engineering

and beam him out of there.

Aye, Captain.

All l got was his combadge,
Captain.

Captain, we've lost weapons.

lt looks like the phaser
arrays have been disabled

from Engineering.

Evasive maneuvers, Ensign.

Mr. Kim, get those weapons
back on line.

Weapons are back on line,
Captain.

Fire at will.

Yes, ma'am.

Are you injured?

Don't worry about me,
Mr. Vulcan.

l'm perfectly all right.

Unfortunately, Mr. Jonas
wasn't so lucky.

Bridge to Tuvok.

l'm standing down Red Alert.

Well, l'm going to have
plenty of material

for tomorrow's
Briefing with Neelix.

...and fortunately,
l was able to steal

one of the Kazon shuttles
and escape.

An amazing story.
Amazing.

Now, l'd like to say
something more, if l might.

Of course.

Um, l know that l've
been acting like a jerk

for the last couple of months.

Unfortunately,
l had to behave that way

if the spy was going to believe

that l really wanted
to leave the ship,

so l'd like to apologize
to anyone

that l might have offended...

uh, especially
Commander Chakotay.

l gave him a pretty hard time.

Not that it wasn't a certain
amount of fun, mind you.

Well, there you have it,
ladies and gentlemen,

the true hero
of this whole endeavor--

Lieutenant Thomas Eugene Paris.

Well, l'm afraid
that's all the time we have.

Oh, l'd like to apologize
to the Doctor

for not getting around
to him once again today,

but l promise you,
he'll be here tomorrow

with lots of fascinating
information

about the Bolian
digestive system.

Good day, Voyager.