Lennier panicked. He had no idea what to do now. When he had rushed into the room where Delenn and Sheridan were he had thought to rescue them both and get them out of there. He had been shocked then, when Delenn had told him to leave, that he should forget that they were there.

But he couldn't. He loved Delenn, he respected her, he liked looking after her. He could not leave her in that dungeon being tortured by some human, even if he was working for the Vorlons. Sheridan neither.

He could not disobey Setae Delenn, however much he wanted to. But he could not leave her there either. He managed to get his mind into some sort of order and tried to think of someone, anyone, who would not care about any silly orders by the Ambassador, someone who would just get both Sheridan and Delenn out of that dangerous situation.

Think

Think

Think

Think

Think

Think

Security Chief Michael Garibaldi.

He, as he had said to the attaché, did not give a 'rat's ass' whatever that was, about authority or anyone who wanted him or his people to do things that were completely stupid. He was perfect.

Decided Lennier jogged out of the area, making sure he made a mental note of what section he was in and went to find the Chief.

Michael Garibaldi, grumpy, short-tempered, generous, with a big squidgy heart, glared at the woman in front of him trying not to strangle her with his own hands. "Did I, or did I not, tell you to get this one filed?" he asked the squirming young woman in front of him.

She nodded. "Y…yes Sir." she stammered quietly. "I tried but the … he … the perp…"

Michael tried not to smile at her troubles. "Don't call me 'Sir'." he told her in his most calming voice. "Chief is fine. And don't let the perps take control either. That's what you're here for. All right?"

She started to nod, but then looked up at the Chief. "He's a Centauri." she told him. "He thinks I'm your slave. He won't talk to me. I can't even get him to fill out the forms."

Michael sighed and sat down on the side of his desk to look at her. "That complicates matters." he responded. Centauri men were really misogynistic, especially when it came to human females. "But I don't want to interfere because he won't ever think any more about women if I do." he said to her aloud. "What do you think we should do?"

Getting a little more confidence with his tone and that he was asking her opinion, the security guard in front of him smiled. "We could always castrate him." she commented with an evil little chuckle.

Michael grinned. "That's more like it." he replied, amused. "That's the attitude you need to go in with. He either fills in the forms and leaves, or you'll castrate him and put him in the brig with a Pak'Morah." he added.

The guard laughed too, and nodded, and was going to say something else but was interrupted by a Mimbari running into the office at full speed, with another security guard on his heels.

"Chief!" the running guard yelled as a warning, and both Michael and the young woman pulled out and primed their PPGs in an instant. Garibaldi was a bit surprised when he was pushed out of the way by the woman, who then stood in front of him to protect him from the intruder. She had a very strong stance, PPG held tightly in both hands, aimed straight at the intruder's chest, in a very steady grip. "Stop where you are!" she bellowed in a voice that made even Michael jump.

The Mimbari did as he was told and looked up, and the Chief sighed when he recognised him. "Lennier." he said to the attaché. "What are you doing here?"

"Trying to find you." he commented as he looked at the guns aimed at him. "I need your help."

Michael moved round his protector and laid a hand on one of her arms to signal it was okay. "Thanks Gail." he said to her as she relaxed. "I think this one I'll have to deal with."

She nodded and smiled at him. "I'll go deal with the Centauri." she answered, and glared at Lennier when she walked past him.

Michael shook his head in disbelief as she walked out of his office. Her demeanour had changed completely from when she had walked in, to now when she was walking out. Maybe action was better for her than paperwork, he thought to himself as he looked back at Lennier, something he could understand.

"What help?" he asked the newcomer. "What's wrong?"

Lennier walked over to him, not seeming any worse for wear from his full scale sprint across almost have to station. "Delenn is in trouble." he told him and took a firm hold of his arm. "She won't let me help, but I can't leave her where she is. He's hurting her."

Michael frowned at him and looked over his head at Lou Welch, the guard who had followed him in. "Lou, see if you can find Ambassador Delenn." he ordered. "Oz should be able to find her."

Lou nodded and walked out of the office, leaving the two of them together.

"Who's hurting her?" Michael asked Lennier quickly. He pulled away from him and went quickly back to his desk, pressing his hand onto a lock on the top. He murmured a word into it when the voice asked him for a password, but the Mimbari couldn't make out what he had said. He didn't care either.

"Someone Ambassador Kosh brought on board." he told him quickly as he watched a drawer from the desk open. "I don't know who he is. I think he's human."

Michael pulled out his favourite weapon, a Colt semi automatic that had been given to him by someone he cared very much about. It wasn't the usual gun a security guard would carry, this one used bullets instead of energy, but these had the propellant included in the bullet, which gave them a longer range and higher power than most PPGs and other projectile weapons. It fit into his hand as if it had been specially made for him, and he smiled a little grimly at it. He also grabbed a handful of spare clips, just to make sure he had enough ammunition to cope with whatever the Ambassador had gotten herself into this time. "What does he want?" he asked Lennier as he turned back to face him.

Lennier shrugged. "I don't know." he told him, almost desperate. "I saw her in the middle of a room, she was on her knees, bleeding. He was hurting her!" he almost yelled at him. "But she wouldn't let me help her!"

"Alright, Lennier." Michael said to him, trying to soothe his fragile nerves. "Was there anyone else there?"

"Er…" the young Mimbari said as he thought about it. "I think I heard Captain Sheridan there too." he told him after a few moments. "But I can't be sure."

Shit. That complicated matters the Chief thought to himself. "Okay." he said though, and walked out of the office to find Lou. As he had hoped his Sergeant was by one of the many computer stations around the reception of his office. He looked up when he heard his boss coming up behind him. "She's here." he said to him and pointed a white little blob on one of the schematics he had on the screen. "Oz is getting some odd readings from her."

Michael studied the plans for a moment, figuring out where she was. "Right in the middle of Deuce territory." he commented darkly. "Okay." he said firmly after another moment of thought. "Lou, rustle up a team and meet me there. Make sure everyone is in armour." he ordered quickly. "Lennier." he said to his friend as he faced him. "Stay here. We'll need you to make a statement."

The Mimbari was going to argue but Michael raised his hand and shook his head. "No arguments." he said to him firmly. "I can't deal with her and you at the same time. Stay here."

Without waiting for a reply he turned and jogged out of the office, ignoring Lou's shout yelling at him to wait for him.

The Sergeant swore to himself about idiot bosses, and then quickly got round to raising the squad he needed.

Michael ran to the nearest bank of elevators and commandeered the first one. He chucked out, literally, the two Narns that were in it, and simply overrode the controls with his all-access card and ordered it to the level he needed. The room Oz, his AI, had located was right in the middle of the most dangerous part of Down Below, what the hell the Mimbari Ambassador was doing down there was a question Michael really wanted the answer too. Especially since he had ordered some of his own people to go down there to get her out of trouble. It was a place where no security personnel could really go on their own, including him, but he really didn't care about that. This was his station, and the more people that knew about that, he better.

The elevator got him there in double quick time, and he jogged out of the car and turned left, ignoring the people around him. They, however, did not ignore him. He sprinted down the corridors, checking the people and places around him, and knew that he was being watched and followed. But he didn't really care – he had no time to deal with Deuce and his people, he had to deal with his own first.

He skidded to a halt outside the room Oz had indicated, noting, thankfully, that it was in a quieter area and there were no other people around. He stood outside the closed door, pulling out his Colt and flicking off the safety, and listened for a moment to what he could hear coming from inside.

He frowned at the voice he heard, he recognised it from somewhere, but it didn't belong to either of the two people he was concerned about. It was a strange accent with words being used that he had only read about, and he suddenly remembered where he had heard it. That arrogant Englishman that had come onto the station without the usual papers, and had caused him a headache with all his complaining while Michael forced him to complete them.

Double shit.

With a sigh Michael pulled out his all access card again and took a deep breath to steady himself before he moved. He waited until the voice started yelling, and then swiped his card.

As he had hoped the lock had not been jimmied from either the inside or out, so the door opened smoothly and quietly at his request. Three people were in the room as he slipped in, two on the floor – Delenn kneeling, the odd human standing. And John Sheridan seemed to be shackled to the wall in front of the pair of them.

It was odd though, Michael could not see anything binding him, neither could he see what was so obviously smacking him around. He had bruises on his face, he was reacting as if he was being slapped hard in the face, but there was no-one near enough to him to do that.

Unless it was because of that stick thing to odd human was holding, using as if he was attacking the Captain with it. It looked like the walking stick the guy had been holding tightly when he had walked onto the station, it had been the main problem when he had arrived. He had not allowed it to go through the scanners, Michael had had to physically remove it from him to put it through. Strangely though it had not come up as anything remotely like a weapon.

Until now.

With a sigh to himself Michael aimed his Colt at the glass ball on the head of the stick, thinking that that would probably be the heart of it's power, whatever that was.

He waited a moment until he had an unobstructed aim, and then gently squeezed the trigger.