"Major Turner, I have something.", said Lt. Phillips to his superior.
"Yes, Leiutenant. What have you got?"
"There was a momentary drop in the security field's power levels. It appears to have occurred on the leeward side of the property.", replied Phillips.
Turner did not look pleased. The drop in intensity levels could be due to anything. However, given recent events... Caution was the order of the day.
"Lt. take Stone and Malone and check out the drop in power levels. Proceed as if there is an intruder, as it is highly possible given recent events concerning the Admirals. If you find one, detain and report.", he ordered.
With a nod of the head, Phillips and the other named security folk took off.
Roach stood where a palm tree obscured him from view from the house. He
was too busy, though, fine-tuning the audio and video pickups to notice any
activity nearby. He tuned out the sounds of the ocean, which were too loud to
his ears. Fortunately, his equipment had no such problems. And it was feeding
the recording directly to his editor's office.
He saw the Romulan man kiss t'Llhweiir and step back.
"Awwww...." he muttered sarcastically.
In his mind's eye, though, he saw himself accepting the Pulitzer for photojournalism. Let his colleague call him "The Roach" then!!
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