..March 1st, 2016...6:30 PM...
...Navada, desert...Outside Area 51...
"I have the hang of it," Shatner said, sitting in the driver seat. "Thank you, Mr Data."
"You are welcome, Mr Shatner," Data said.
"Make sure you are a good distance above the base with the cloaking mechanism on," La Forge said. "I mean learning how to beam up so fast you might make a mistake."
"I won't," Shatner said.
"I will be staying on Earth for the interviews regarding this explosion for being there," Patrick said. "It is the most reasonable assumption."
The back end of the shuttle opens revealing a back door.
"Agreed," Data said, unbuckling his seatbelt.
Patrick understood why Shatner wanted to visit Spock. After all, technically Nimoy lives within Spock because in some way they are alike in way that he hadn't found but apparently saw light at the end of the tunnel. Hope. The one person who resembled Nimoy strongly enough, had that best friend kind of relationship with, could Shatner say 'goodbye'. Shatner, months ago, placed values on Nimoy's grave shortly after he had the time.
"Good luck, Bill," Patrick said.
"No, good luck to you," Shatner said, with a glint in his eye.
"I will see you later,Bill," Patrick said, and with that he left the shuttle.
La Forge came out of the shuttle with a bag holding what explosives he can through security. Area 51 is rumored to be wired with metal detectors so these bombs are not easy to detect through the usual means. La Forge has on a plaid polo, jeans, dark sunglasses, and boots. Data,on the other hand, just wore a yellow shirt with a modern day communicator prop from the Star Trek Into Darkness on his shirt and had on matching dark jeans. Data wore sneakers with shoelaces that he can in fact tie.
"Did you really teach Shatner how to pilot?" Patrick asks, walking alongside Data.
"Yes, sir," Data said. "He is the pilot."
"I must be imagining this but," Patrick said. "It seems you are sophisticated in using contractions."
"I do not notice," Data said.
"Everyone notices, Mr Data," Patrick said, with a slow shake of his head.
Data contemplates what Patrick meant pausing in his place.
"Who notices,sir?" Data asks, catching up.
"The Trekkies," Patrick said, as our view goes over his shoulder watching the Shuttle become cloaked flying in mid air.