> > K'Tael sighed.� "Computer, please open a line to the Intelligence office on
> > Mars."
>
> Several seconds later, a Bolian answered in a very guarded manner, "Star
> Fleet Mars Station.� May I assist you?"
>
> > "My name is Commander K'Tael.� I would like to speak with Lt. Rivest
> please."
>
> "Stand by."� The Bolian looked away from the screen, obviously reading
> something.� "Clearance approved, Commander."
>
> A moment later, human male who looked like what would have been the
> stereotypical librarian in another life appeared.� "Commander K'Tael," he
> said, "Admiral t'Llhweiir told me to expect your call.� What can I do for
> you?"
>
> "I am looking do access some information about a particular Romulan that may
> be a suspect in an attack on Admiral t'Llweiir. It seems that all
> information about her has been classified. I was wondering if you might be
> able to give me a hand."
"Exactly what do you need?" Rivest replied. Obviously, every bit of
information K'Tael wanted was going to have to be asked for specifically.
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