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	S'Tlak intentionally left the door ajar. This was one more loss for him; dusty books, stolen moments with "she who stole his heart", and the facade of respectability a businessman might have. The shop would be ravaged before anyone official realized the owner was gone for good. Checking the time he smiled sadly. "Time to meet the Marines." he whispered. "Good bye, my love."		S'Tlak intentionally left the door ajar. This was one more loss for him; dusty books, stolen moments with "she who stole his heart", and the facade of respectability a businessman might have. The shop would be ravaged before anyone official realized the owner was gone for good. Checking the time he smiled sadly. "Time to meet the Marines." he whispered. "Good bye, my love."



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			'''Captain Davidson'''

			"Captain, thank you for seeing me. I appreciate your 'open door' policy and will try not to intrude too much."

			Any captain would recognize S'Krellen's body language; many junior officers view the captain as semi-divine and knowing every little thing. They often come clean on some petty this or that. More embarrassed than criminal, assuming the captain already knows and they just need to confess their sins.

			"I assume you've read my record, Captain." He looked at Captain Davidson directly. "I appreciate your willingness to take on a junior officer with such a lackluster history. My commitment to the ship, and its mission, is foremost on my mind. That said, I..."

			He pulled out a small data chip and offered it to her. "My family values loyalty, Captain. This is my only violation, a little piece of contraband. I offer it out of loyalty to you and the ship."

			"You would be right if you guessed my family's influence got me on the roster for space duty. Mostly right, anyway. Mister Sloane wasn't overly pleased with my request for a transfer but my family has been in the community much longer than he has." He nodded to the chip. "You probably recognize the read once nature of that chip, Captain. That's my service record. My real record, not the one Star Fleet has."

			"I understand if you would prefer me serve elsewhere Captain." S'Krellen stepped back and came to attention.

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-S'Tlak rubbed his chin and smiled. Larana had rubbed his chin as she kissed him last night. It was a small and uncounsicous gesture, probably, but it always made him smile. Both of them knew that each morning could be their last.
+S'Tlak rubbed his chin and smiled. Larana had rubbed his chin as she kissed him last night. It was a small and uncounsicous gesture, probably, but it always made him smile. That and remembering her scent. Both of them knew that each kiss could be their last.
 Walking, rubbing his chin, S'Tlak was on his third appearence change in this trail. He and Larana had identified an Orion, nicknamed Mungo, as a gopher for the Syndicate. Like many men who try to rise to power Mungo fancied himself a connesieur of good things. His thing of preference, oddly enough, was ancient Vulcan literature. He had been more than happy to find a disgraced Vulcan librarian who had contacts with the black marketeers in such antiquities.
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 Mungo hadn't wasted any time running to his masters when he thought he discovered one of the slave Orions sharing her charms with S'Tlak. You could almost see the mental gears stripping themselves as he thought of the reward he'd get from the boss for uncovering a spy and the chance to search S'Tlak's quarters for the manuscript they had been negotiating about. Mungo was too excited to watch his trail clearly and S'Tlak was too close to finishing this job to let him get away. He had his own dreams of reward, of course. But not from the Syndicate. And no reward if one doesn't live to collect it. The Marines would be starting their show in 72 minutes and he had to be across the city to help with that. At the Pony, however, was one lose end Larana shouldn't have to worry about.
-S'Tlak made himself nervously shuffle and then clutch his PADD close to his thinned frame. Larana had made fun of his looks; she could almost lift him herself. His ribs had stuck out of his chest and his face had been made gaunt to reflect how a broke and underfed Vulcan might look. Widening his eyes and looking nervously around, he approached the Pony's front door.
+S'Tlak made himself nervously shuffle in his over large coat and then clutch his PADD close to his thinned frame. Larana had made fun of his looks; she could almost lift him herself. His ribs had stuck out of his chest and his face had been made gaunt to reflect how a broke and underfed Vulcan might look. Widening his eyes and looking nervously around, he approached the Pony's front door.
 "We're you going, Vulcan?" the big bouncer on the left said. "We don't usually serve your kind here."
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 "I thought you were going to talk to the boss!" Mungo said, sputtering.
-S'Tlak raised an eyebrow. "I thought I made my point quite well, no sense dragging the conversation along."
+S'Tlak raised an eyebrow. "I thought I made my point quite well, no sense dragging things along."

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 S'Tlak smiled as Mungo nervously looked around and then walked into the Prancing Pony. Watching from across the alley, S'Tlak looked around to make sure that he was observed; just one more timid tourist trying to talk himself into tasting the forbidden delicacies the Pony offered. He guessed, unlike real tourists, that the door frame was a high resolution scanner that could detect any sort of weapon, explosive, or biological chemical that might do harm. Well, almost any weapon. It wouldn't trigger on the data chips in Mungo's pocket, the ones S'Tlak had let Mungo think were stolen. Simply because they were data chips. Who cared if they used different crystals or had a small powersource for longevity? Really, they weren't a weapon until inserted into the PADD S'Tlak himself carried. Even the PADD didn't seem to be a weapon. It was an upgraded version with a larger power supply, of course. Even these scanners couldn't tell that the screen was pre cut to break into a palm knife with a molecule sharp blade. Nor that the base plate could take Mungo's datachips and become a short range phaser.
-Mungo hadn't wasted any time running to his masters when he thought he discovered one of the slave Orions sharing her charms with S'Tlak. You could almost see the mental gears stripping themselves as he thought of the reward he'd get from the boss and the chance to search S'Tlak's quarters for the manuscript they had been negotiating. Mungo was too excited to observe good security and S'Tlak was too close to finishing this job. He had his own dreams of reward, of course. But not from the Syndicate. And no reward if one doesn't live to collect it.
+Mungo hadn't wasted any time running to his masters when he thought he discovered one of the slave Orions sharing her charms with S'Tlak. You could almost see the mental gears stripping themselves as he thought of the reward he'd get from the boss for uncovering a spy and the chance to search S'Tlak's quarters for the manuscript they had been negotiating about. Mungo was too excited to watch his trail clearly and S'Tlak was too close to finishing this job to let him get away. He had his own dreams of reward, of course. But not from the Syndicate. And no reward if one doesn't live to collect it. The Marines would be starting their show in 72 minutes and he had to be across the city to help with that. At the Pony, however, was one lose end Larana shouldn't have to worry about.
 S'Tlak made himself nervously shuffle and then clutch his PADD close to his thinned frame. Larana had made fun of his looks; she could almost lift him herself. His ribs had stuck out of his chest and his face had been made gaunt to reflect how a broke and underfed Vulcan might look. Widening his eyes and looking nervously around, he approached the Pony's front door.
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 Blushing on cue, S'Tlak moved inside. The scanners picked up a Vulcan male, just like he looked. The scanners weren't yet good enough to detect the embedded device in S'Tlak's body, the one that made him look like a Vulcan male in decent health. He could be lying on the floor missing both arms and one leg and still register as in good health. Of course, he wasn't really a Vulcan, either. So much for technology.
-Looking for Mungo, S'Tlak found his prey waiting at the bar. The thick crowd was going to work to S'Tlak's advantage, within a few minutes he had brushed by Mungo and retrieved the data chips.
+Looking for Mungo, S'Tlak found his prey waiting at the bar. The thick crowd was going to work to S'Tlak's advantage, within a few minutes he had brushed by Mungo and retrieved the data chips. Within his coat pocket the PADD was broken down and put back together as his more powerful tools. The pen beat the sword but there are times a phaser beats a PADD.

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	"And these panels?"		"And these panels?"

	"More of the same, with the caveat that when activated." he said pointing at the pulsating crystal, "by certain electric frequencies they can be programmed to redirect or falsify scan or comm signals. For example, with the right equipment I could present the image to someone spying on us that you were getting details on the Paesen to see if they could be tested on a new ship being built. One of my uncles came up with the technology but we're not ready to market it to Star Fleet yet."		"More of the same, with the caveat that when activated." he said pointing at the pulsating crystal, "by certain electric frequencies they can be programmed to redirect or falsify scan or comm signals. For example, with the right equipment I could present the image to someone spying on us that you were getting details on the Paesen Crystals to see if they could be tested on a new ship being built. One of my uncles came up with the technology but we're not ready to market it to Star Fleet yet."

			"Your family witholds from Star Fleet for profit?"

			S'Krellen smiled sadly. "If you have read my file, and my families history, then you know how much we've done for the Federation."

			James smiled. "May I sit down?" she said. When he nodded she sat on a box.

			"My quarters are your quarters, Captain. Literally. I apologize for not offering more than boxes and walls, but I've learned to travel light." S'Krellen sat on the floor and stretched his legs out to the side. Marco came over and flumped next to him.

			"I am familer with the Admiral's history, Mister S'Krellen. My information does not include details about your parents save that like your grand father you are Rihannsu not Vulcan. The other part of you is Orion/Rihannsu mix, not human. Still, you seem to make an interesting mix of genetics."

			"Grandfather always said a person is who they are, not who they were."

			"Since your grandfather dress jacket wasn't large enough to hold all the medals, awards, and citations he was publically given, much less the ones that were not for public knowledge, I will accept that bit of wisdom from a senior officer." Looking back at him, she added. "That still leaves me with the question about what to do with you. Especially when I am aware of your background and the gossip about the First Sergeant's wife."

			"Captain, I assure you if there are rumors then they are just that; rumors." Ruefully smiling, he added. "Enara is working hard to overcome the rough hand life dealt her. Jake is, well, just about the best man a woman could find. His devotion to her and his son, her passion to become a teacher, well, if there are happy endings to stories they deserve it."

			James looked at him for a long moment. "If you were a Vulcan merchant I would wonder how you knew so much. As is there is something you're not saying."

			"I surrender, Captain." S'Krellen raised his hands and smiled. "Enara picked the best man and that's it. Neither she nor Sergeant Kennedy seem to remember the fumbling Vulcan librarian that happened to have seen drawings of the underground sewers and helped a Marine detatchment bypass heavy defenses to reach the prisoners." Rubbing the hair on his chin, he added softly. "If there is something between Enara and I, Captain, it is that she has several inbound offers from researchers. The income will fund whatever career she wants to have, provide her with access to counselors who can listen when she's ready to talk, and open what ever doors she and Jake want to pass through."

			"A happy ending, with the unsung hero riding off in the sunset." She paused and said "I'm surprised Jake didn't recognize you."

			"You'd be amazed with a little surgery and some facial hair can do, Captain. I have one uncle who is experimenting with transporter based weight loss therapy. Well, that's what the research papers say. He's a bit futher along than they let on and the Federation is an interested party."

			James paused. "Have you done or are you doing anything on my ship I should know about?"

			S'Krellen met her gaze. "If we avoid discussions I should not have heard and places I should not have gone, then for the most part no, Captain. I believe you have already gotten two things brought to your attention, outside of channels, that you have dealt with? The rest of what I've encountered is normal star ship troubles and what you get for zipping people around in a portable apartment complex."

			James nodded. "That is what piqued my interest. It took me a while to find you."

			"A while being conversations with an old friend or two back at Star Fleet."

			James nodded. "So, what are your plans? Stay hidden as a civilian, return to the diplomatic service, or resume your fleet rank?"

			S'Krellen splayed out his long green fingers. "No idea, Captain. No idea at all. My mission was to deliever the crystals and then 'do something'. Not sure what something they meant, or if they care."

			James rose and started towards the door before she stopped herself. Turning to S'Krellen she extended her hand. "Thank you for your service to the Federation and the Empire, S'Krellen. Once I cross that door you and I discussed retro-fitting those crystals on a drone. But right now I just want you to know I appreciate all you've done that no one knows about."

			S'Krellen returned her firm grip and smiled. "Thank you, Captain. Honestly. Thank you."

			Marco raised a paw.

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S'Krellen sat with his long legs crossed on the floor, reader in his hand and Marco's head in his lap. Scratching the dog's head for a bit seemed to relax him, but both sets of eyes looked up when the door chime rang.

Brushing down his moustache and goatee to make himself slightly presentable, S'Krellen stood and said "Sit Marco. It is probably one of the children wanting to take you for a walk." Marco's tail wagged enough to make his ears flop. "Stay, bud." Looking at the door, he added. "Come, and welcome."

"Umm...Captain?" S'Krellen said, raising an eyebrow.

Rear Admiral Rebecka James smiled. "Permission to enter?"

S'Krellen brushed off his overly large sweater and brushed off his hands at the same time. "Of course, Captain! It is, I believe, still your ship." Motioning for her to enter he said. "And forgive me for not shaking your hand in congratulations on your promotion, but Marco and I were just lolly-gagging together and I have not cleaned up yet."

James leaned over and held out her hand while Marco eargerly leaned forward but stayed sitting. "He is well trained."

"You haven't seen him around children, then. It takes me hours to get him back into order." Looking down he smiled and snapped his fingers. Marco eagerly cautious approach to James was rewarded with a hand to sniff and then some behind the ears attention.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, Captain?"

James gave Marco a quick pat on the head as the dog headed for his bed and chew bone. "I'd like to ask you about your buiness on my ship, Civilian S'Krellen."

Smiling, S'Krellen replied. "Certainly, Captain! Vulcan Paesen crystals are a fairly new technology and I appreciate the potential we can do for Star Fleet. So far even our most rigorous tests show a fifteen point three-seven percent increase in phaser power based on the recombinant wave patterns. My cargo is to be used for testing once we reach your star base."

James' face stiffened a bit. "Not that business...Civilian...S'Krellen." Her eyes bored into him. "I've just spent several hours sparring with one of the finest warriors the Klingon Empire has to offer. Pardon me if that makes my conversation a bit more straight-forward than you are used to. There is a new captain taking command of this vessel. If you choose to associate with this ship I will ensure she has you personell file for her review. Your real file, sir. Not the one that was originally presented to me."

S'Krellen's smile covered his thoughts like a mask for several moments. "That would explain the increased pherenomes, Captain. May I?"

James nodded curtly and then looked puzzled as S'Krellen opened a box and pulled out a child's toy. She said "That looks like a Rellan lightening ball."

S'Krellen nodded. "It is, with the caveat." He flicked the on switch and the purple electricity danced in the crystal container. "that it was made by my family and never made it to Rella. It has an interesting reaction with the wall panels."

James looked around. The room was spartan, even for a star ship. S'Krellen had been presented as a Vulcan merchant with new technology for Star Fleet testing and had been accorded a slightly larger single room. However, it seemed occupied with a luggage box, a couple other boxes like the one the Rellan toy came from, and Marco ensconced on his bed. She saw a bedroll in the corner and then commented. "I thought your room looked a little small. What are these panels?"

"With floor and ceiling tiles, Captain. Similar to what the walls in your stateroom are coated with, though the next generation formula. Your walls prevent scanning and detection and eliminate signal passage through them. No one should hear what the captain has to say in his or her private quarters."

"And these panels?"

"More of the same, with the caveat that when activated." he said pointing at the pulsating crystal, "by certain electric frequencies they can be programmed to redirect or falsify scan or comm signals. For example, with the right equipment I could present the image to someone spying on us that you were getting details on the Paesen to see if they could be tested on a new ship being built. One of my uncles came up with the technology but we're not ready to market it to Star Fleet yet."

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	S'Tlak rubbed his chin and smiled. Larana had rubbed his chin as she kissed him last night. It was a small and ~~uncounsicous~~ gesture, probably, but it always made him smile. That and remembering her scent. Both of them knew that each kiss could be their last.		S'Tlak rubbed his chin and smiled. Larana had rubbed his chin as she kissed him last night. It was a small and unconscious gesture, probably, but it always made him smile. That and remembering her scent. Both of them knew that each kiss could be their last.

	Walking, rubbing his chin, S'Tlak was on his third ~~appearence~~ change in this trail. He and Larana had identified an Orion, nicknamed Mungo, as a gopher for the Syndicate. Like many men who try to rise to power Mungo fancied himself a ~~connesieur~~ of good things. His thing of preference, oddly enough, was ancient Vulcan literature. He had been more than happy to find a disgraced Vulcan librarian who had contacts with the black marketeers in such antiquities.		Walking, rubbing his chin, S'Tlak was on his third appearance change in this trail. He and Larana had identified an Orion, nicknamed Mungo, as a gopher for the Syndicate. Like many men who try to rise to power Mungo fancied himself a connoisseur of good things. His thing of preference, oddly enough, was ancient Vulcan literature. He had been more than happy to find a disgraced Vulcan librarian who had contacts with the black marketeers in such antiquities.

	S'Tlak smiled as Mungo nervously looked around and then walked into the Prancing Pony. Watching from across the alley, S'Tlak looked around to make sure that he was observed; just one more timid tourist trying to talk himself into tasting the forbidden delicacies the Pony offered. He guessed, unlike real tourists, that the door frame was a high resolution scanner that could detect any sort of weapon, explosive, or biological chemical that might do harm. Well, almost any weapon. It wouldn't trigger on the data chips in Mungo's pocket, the ones S'Tlak had let Mungo think were stolen. Simply because they were data chips. Who cared if they used different crystals or had a small ~~powersource~~ for longevity? Really, they weren't a weapon until inserted into the PADD S'Tlak himself carried. Even the PADD didn't seem to be a weapon. It was an upgraded version with a larger power supply, of course. Even these scanners couldn't tell that the screen was pre cut to break into a palm knife with a molecule sharp blade. Nor that the base plate could take Mungo's ~~datachips~~ and become a short range phaser.		S'Tlak smiled as Mungo nervously looked around and then walked into the Prancing Pony. Watching from across the alley, S'Tlak looked around to make sure that he was observed; just one more timid tourist trying to talk himself into tasting the forbidden delicacies the Pony offered. He guessed, unlike real tourists, that the door frame was a high resolution scanner that could detect any sort of weapon, explosive, or biological chemical that might do harm. Well, almost any weapon. It wouldn't trigger on the data chips in Mungo's pocket, the ones S'Tlak had let Mungo think were stolen. Simply because they were data chips. Who cared if they used different crystals or had a small power source for longevity? Really, they weren't a weapon until inserted into the PADD S'Tlak himself carried. Even the PADD didn't seem to be a weapon. It was an upgraded version with a larger power supply, of course. Even these scanners couldn't tell that the screen was pre cut to break into a palm knife with a molecule sharp blade. Nor that the base plate could take Mungo's data chips and become a short range phaser.

	Mungo hadn't wasted any time running to his masters when he thought he discovered one of the slave Orions sharing her charms with S'Tlak. You could almost see the mental gears stripping themselves as he thought of the reward he'd get from the boss for uncovering a spy and the chance to search S'Tlak's quarters for the manuscript they had been negotiating about. Mungo was too excited to watch his trail clearly and S'Tlak was too close to finishing this job to let him get away. He had his own dreams of reward, of course. But not from the Syndicate. And no reward if one doesn't live to collect it. The Marines would be starting their show in 72 minutes and he had to be across the city to help with that. At the Pony, however, was one lose end Larana shouldn't have to worry about.		Mungo hadn't wasted any time running to his masters when he thought he discovered one of the slave Orions sharing her charms with S'Tlak. You could almost see the mental gears stripping themselves as he thought of the reward he'd get from the boss for uncovering a spy and the chance to search S'Tlak's quarters for the manuscript they had been negotiating about. Mungo was too excited to watch his trail clearly and S'Tlak was too close to finishing this job to let him get away. He had his own dreams of reward, of course. But not from the Syndicate. And no reward if one doesn't live to collect it. The Marines would be starting their show in 72 minutes and he had to be across the city to help with that. At the Pony, however, was one lose end Larana shouldn't have to worry about.

	S'Tlak made himself nervously shuffle in his over large coat and then clutch his PADD close to his thinned frame. Larana had made fun of his looks; she could almost lift him herself. His ribs had stuck out of his chest and his face had been made gaunt to reflect how a broke and underfed Vulcan might look. Widening his eyes and looking nervously around, he approached the Pony's front door.		S'Tlak made himself nervously shuffle in his over large coat and then clutch his PADD close to his thinned frame. Larana had made fun of his looks; she could almost lift him herself. His ribs had stuck out of his chest and his face had been made gaunt to reflect how a broke and underfed Vulcan might look. Widening his eyes and looking nervously around, he approached the Pony's front door.

	"We're you going, Vulcan?" the big bouncer on the left said. "We don't usually serve your kind here."		"We're you going, Vulcan?" the big bouncer on the left said. "We don't usually serve your kind here."
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	Blushing on cue, S'Tlak moved inside. The scanners picked up a Vulcan male, just like he looked. The scanners weren't yet good enough to detect the embedded device in S'Tlak's body, the one that made him look like a Vulcan male in decent health. He could be lying on the floor missing both arms and one leg and still register as in good health. Of course, he wasn't really a Vulcan, either. So much for technology.		Blushing on cue, S'Tlak moved inside. The scanners picked up a Vulcan male, just like he looked. The scanners weren't yet good enough to detect the embedded device in S'Tlak's body, the one that made him look like a Vulcan male in decent health. He could be lying on the floor missing both arms and one leg and still register as in good health. Of course, he wasn't really a Vulcan, either. So much for technology.

	Looking for Mungo, S'Tlak found his prey waiting at the bar. The thick crowd was going to work to S'Tlak's advantage, within a few minutes he had brushed by Mungo and retrieved the data chips. Within his coat pocket the PADD was broken down and put back together as his more powerful tools. The pen beat the sword but there are times a phaser beats a PADD.		Looking for Mungo, S'Tlak found his prey waiting at the bar. The thick crowd was going to work to S'Tlak's advantage, within a few minutes he had brushed by Mungo and retrieved the data chips. Within his coat pocket the PADD was broken down and put back together as his more powerful tools. The pen beat the sword but there are times a phaser beats a PADD.

	A few minutes more and they came to get Mungo. ~~Mungo~~ had commed in while running from their hourly quarters. He had said it was a matter of life and death for the boss and for this once he didn't have to wait long. Of course, he knew if the boss didn't think it was worth the rush, well, Mungo would pay the price. One of the guards led the way and the other fell in behind Mungo. S'Tlak quickly moved through ~~th ecrowd~~ in a parallel fashion, acting drunk and slipping a credit in here or there to keep things moving along. When the front guard unlocked the door S'Tlak made his move.		A few minutes more and they came to get Mungo. The fat man had commed in while huffing and running from their hourly quarters. He had said it was a matter of life and death for the boss and for this once he didn't have to wait long. Of course, he knew if the boss didn't think it was worth the rush, well, Mungo would pay the price. One of the guards led the way and the other fell in behind Mungo. S'Tlak quickly moved through the crowd in a parallel fashion, acting drunk and slipping a credit in here or there to keep things moving along. When the front guard unlocked the door S'Tlak made his move.

	Springing forward he buried the knife in the rear guards kidneys and twisted up and ~~arond~~ while pushing them all forcefully through the door. The now dead guard flopped forward and entangled Mungo who tried to turn while stumbling forward. "Hey, What the..." was all the front guard could get out before S'Tlak had ~~lept~~ forward and pulled the guard back by the hair before running the knife through his throat.		Springing forward he buried the knife in the rear guards kidneys and twisted up and around while pushing them all forcefully through the door. The now dead guard flopped forward and entangled Mungo who tried to turn while stumbling forward. "Hey, What the..." was all the front guard could get out before S'Tlak had leapt forward and pulled the guard back by the hair before running the knife through his throat.

	"What...what are you doing?" Mungo quietly whined, trying to get up while entangled in two ~~grosly~~ bleeding bodies.		"What...what are you doing?" Mungo quietly whined, trying to get up while entangled in two grossly bleeding bodies.

	"I need to talk to your boss." S'Tlak hissed. "Shut up and live."		"I need to talk to your boss." S'Tlak hissed. "Shut up and live."

	Lifting the fallen guard's still warm and mildly living body S'Tlak pressed the dying man's hand to the security lock. As the door opened the guard fell and S'Tlak walked in.		Lifting the fallen guard's still warm and mildly living body S'Tlak pressed the dying man's hand to the security lock. As the door opened the guard fell and S'Tlak walked in.

	"Well, I didn't expect you to be..." the well dressed gentleman behind the desk said, before slumping as the phaser beam caught him in the chest.		"Well, I didn't expect you to be..." the well dressed gentleman behind the desk said, before slumping as the phaser beam caught him in the chest.
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	S'Tlak put his index finger on the front of Mungo's clavicle and the thumb behind his throat. "You know of the Vulcan nerve pinch?"		S'Tlak put his index finger on the front of Mungo's clavicle and the thumb behind his throat. "You know of the Vulcan nerve pinch?"

	"Yes! yes!" Mungo said, closing his eyes tight in anticipation of the pain.		"Yes! yes!" Mungo said, closing his eyes tight in anticipation of the pain.

	S'Tlak grabbed a heavy award from the port police authority from the shelf by the door and slammed into into Mungo's head. As the other man fell to the floor unconscious, S'Tlak replied. "I'm not Vulcan."		S'Tlak grabbed a heavy award from the port police authority from the shelf by the door and slammed into into Mungo's head. As the other man fell to the floor unconscious, S'Tlak replied. "I'm not Vulcan."

	Stepping over the fat man and going behind the desk, S'Tlak quickly searched the well dressed boss and relieved him of a few dangerous items. "The admiral wasn't really happy you decided to run a side op for personal profit, boss. tsk tsk..." Keeping the heavy award handy for good measure, S'Tlak fired up the computer and brought out one of his own data chips. Inserting it into the computer terminal he sat back for a few minutes, checked the time, and watched as the software on the chip took control of the computer and gave him access.		Stepping over the fat man and going behind the desk, S'Tlak quickly searched the well dressed boss and relieved him of a few dangerous items. "The admiral wasn't really happy you decided to run a side op for personal profit, boss. tsk tsk..." Keeping the heavy award handy for good measure, S'Tlak fired up the computer and brought out one of his own data chips. Inserting it into the computer terminal he sat back for a few minutes, checked the time, and watched as the software on the chip took control of the computer and gave him access.

	Checking the time again, quickly, S'Tlak whispered. "Let's read a little before we change history, shall we?" Licking his lips he skimmed through and found the file he was looking for. "Well, she really is a keeper, isn't she?" He said to the unconscious man. "Well, well, well...my love. Interesting."		Checking the time again, quickly, S'Tlak whispered. "Let's read a little before we change history, shall we?" Licking his lips he skimmed through and found the file he was looking for. "Well, she really is a keeper, isn't she?" He said to the unconscious man. "Well, well, well...my love. Interesting."

	Sighing, he set the software lose on it's prey. In moments the boss really was an Orion Syndicate head and not an Federation agent. His bank security was now sloppily maintained and enough evidence available to put him away for the rest of his life and a few more. Larana's files were completely changed, evidence of her being in Section 31 erased, and in place just one more illegally held Orion woman, destined to be freed by the Star Fleet Marines in 8.5 minutes.		Sighing, he set the software lose on it's prey. In moments the boss really was an Orion Syndicate head and not an Federation agent. His bank security was now sloppily maintained and enough evidence available to put him away for the rest of his life and a few more. Larana's files were completely changed, evidence of her being in Section 31 erased, and in place just one more illegally held Orion woman, destined to be freed by the Star Fleet Marines in 8.5 minutes.

	Pulling out the data chip, S'Tlak smiled. He left the knife with Mungo, pulled off his fake print gloves, and exited the office. The Marines had been briefed on a secondary target and a squad of them were going to materialize right next to the PADD, it's homing beacon now on and laying on the office floor.		Pulling out the data chip, S'Tlak smiled. He left the knife with Mungo, pulled off his fake print gloves, and exited the office. The Marines had been briefed on a secondary target and a squad of them were going to materialize right next to the PADD, it's homing beacon now on and laying on the office floor.

	Within a few minutes S'Tlak the skinny librarian had been beamed across town to the used book store he had set up last month. The musty smell drowned out his ~~menories~~ of her in person but just made him miss her all the more. She was so alive to him, and so free! They had talked about going back to, well, somewhere and starting out as a normal couple. He had kissed her ~~everytime~~ she said it, and every time he knew she was lying. Thrown together for this mission they had grown too close to hide their thoughts. He was madly in love with her and would run away to the stars if she would have him. But she wouldn't, and they both knew it.		Within a few minutes S'Tlak the skinny librarian had been beamed across town to the used book store he had set up last month. The musty smell drowned out his memories of her in person but just made him miss her all the more. She was so alive to him, and so free! They had talked about going back to, well, somewhere and starting out as a normal couple. He had kissed her every time she said it, and every time he knew she was lying. Thrown together for this mission they had grown too close to hide their thoughts. He was madly in love with her and would run away to the stars if she would have him. But she wouldn't, and they both knew it.

	S'Tlak intentionally left the door ajar. This was one more loss for him; dusty books, stolen moments with "she who stole his heart", and the facade of respectability a businessman might have. The shop would be ravaged before anyone official realized the owner was gone for good. Checking the time he smiled sadly. "Time to meet the Marines." he whispered. "Good bye, my love."		S'Tlak intentionally left the door ajar. This was one more loss for him; dusty books, stolen moments with "she who stole his heart", and the facade of respectability a businessman might have. The shop would be ravaged before anyone official realized the owner was gone for good. Checking the time he smiled sadly. "Time to meet the Marines." he whispered. "Good bye, my love."