> > "She only asked me to keep an eye on you."
> >
> > Matt chuckled softly, and headed for the sofa, indicating that she
should
> > make herself comfortable as well. "She worries about me much more than
> > she needs to," he said simply. "Much more than *I* need her to."
> >
> > "And I think she has it hard for you," Nabru said, taking a seat nearby.
> > The Antosian looked little different than she had when Matt and Carrhae
> > had first encountered her in the Rihannsu prison. "Then again, I think
it
> > goes both ways," she continued.
> >
> > "Oh, it does," he said, quietly. "It very much does." He sighed. "We
> need
> > to figure out where she went, and why."
> >
> > "It is likely that Admiral Lasiter would know?"
> >
> > "I think it's unlikely that he *wouldn't*," he told her. "The trick,"
he
> > said, "will be in getting the info out of him." He finished his cognac
> and
> > then stood. "You up for a walk?" he asked her.
> >
> > (assuming yes?)
> >
> > He headed out of his quarters and headed toward the Admiral's. It was
> late
> > enough the man should have been out of the office. On his doctor's
> orders.
> > He waited for the chime to announce him and then stepped in as the door
> > opened.
> >
> > (does Nabru accompany him?)
> >
> > "Admiral," Matt greeted him. No, that was wrong. He wasn't here
> > officially. "Sam," he corrected himself. "I have a question. I pray
> that
> > you will favor me with an answer."
> >
> {OOC: Just do not ask me for a time on this meeting.....}
>
> Lasiter was happy to see the Doctor, and his "friend". He
welcomed
> them and responded.
>
> "That depends on the question, but I will do what I can." he
replied
> coordially from the seating area in his quarters where the three now
> resided.
>
> >
> > "Carrhae. Where did she go. And why?"
> >
> The change in his mental state was obvious by his body language.
At
> this time of day, in this particular setting he made no attempt to hide
his
> thoughts and feelings.
> "This is not really a conversation that we need to be having
without
> first knowing some idea as to where it is going. What are your plans, my
> good doctor?" the suspicision was evident in his voice and in his eyes.
> Suspicious of a fool hardy action that was sure to not be good.
>
> >
> > "Sam," Matt said, this time more softly. "I would urge you not to ask
> > questions you don't want to know the answers to. Man to man: I'm
worried
> > for her. If I can help her, I need to."
> >
>
> The meaning behind those simple words hit home. it reminded the
> aging admiral of his married life and the intense passion that he shared
> with his wife. Shared until that one fateful day... He knew what Matt
> wanted to do. He knew what he had to do as commanding officer of
Starfleet.
> That being said he chose option C- be a man, a once married man...
>
> "She is on a mission to meet up with of her deep cover agents. He
> has some very important materials to deliver in person. While en route to
> her rendez vous she came across a Starfleet ship that was, to say the
least
> out of place. She is investigating that at the moment. I can give you
her
> coordinates if you like."
>
> {response}
>
> Lasiter gave Matt the information that he had on what the Romulan Intell
> chief was doing.
>
> In parting Lasiter said, "Just do not tell me what you plan on doing, so i
> can not be questioned. However, if you run into trouble just call, and
help
> will be on the way."
>
> {response}
>
