> t'LlhweiIr nodded. "Very well. Matthew, you and Nabru board the ship
> from a secluded area forward and above the cargo area. Fox, you and I will
> approach from below and aft. Contact my ship when you are within
> transporter range."
>
> Matt nodded. "Sounds like a plan," he told her. He smiled, somewhat sadly.
> "You okay?" he asked her. "anything... untoward happen to you before we so
> stunningly rescued you?"
Her expression was subtle, but he would have recognized the what-am-I-going-
to-do-with-him-but-I-love-him-so-I-am-stuck look. "I am well," she
replied simply.
Then, she said to the group, "The Cardassians must not deliver those
weapons. If we are unable to destroy the weapons, my ship's computer is
programmed to fire on the Cardassian ship if it attempts to leave. Only
my voice command will stop it. Any questions?"
(responses?)
Before they separated, she said privately to Brennan, "Be careful. Since
we have both been in the news lately, it is possible someone could
recognize either of us."
(response)
t'Llhweiir ends
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