Target Practice
by Andra Marie Mueller

It was quick. It was painless. And most importantly, it was above suspicion.

An "accidental" misfire during a game of Velocity and Seven of Nine was no more.

"That will teach you to play with other people's toys, Annika."

Smiling triumphantly, Kathryn stepped over the ex-Borg's lifeless body and exited the holodeck. Chakotay was waiting for her in the corridor.

"Is it done?"

"Yes."

"Good. Dinner tonight?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

"What about the body?"

"No worries. I'll simply make arrangements to put it in the recycler with the rest of the trash."

"Excellent idea."

Chakotay slid his arm around her waist and they headed for the turbolift.