"You look!" Ivette interjected, as she pushed the bottons necessary to open the door; Dylan took the hint.
Lamenting his faux pa, Dylan sighed and walked throught he corridors, running into Tyr to on the way to his quarters.
"I take it your romantic interludes were not accepted?" Tyr inquired, smile broad on his face.
Dylan just gave the Nietzchean his dirty look and went on his way, while the latter chuckled.
Two days later, they arrived at Akada drift. Dylan's perogitive in just taking her seemed annoying, but she was just glad to be off that ship. Thankfully, Trance gave her the necessary information so they could communicate. With the file and some spare clothes in hand, she was ready.After being dropped off by Trance, who borrowed the Maru from Beka. Ivette took a ride to an a short plain looking grey hotel, as she took in the scene; a motly of people from various alien races walked about, buildings of various sizes, shapes, coexisting, and other things. Checking in with a conceirge, who according to information Ulfva put in the file, was a Perseid, Ivette asked if there was a room.
"Certainly, how long?"
"A week"
"That'll be 200,000 thrones" he said.
After duly paying, Ivette asked "Are there casinos nearby?" Gambling was always one of her passions.
"Yes, in fact, we have an inhouse one. Here are you codes. You are in room 30,443" the perseid handed her a flexi.
"Thank you" Quickly, Ivette went to her room, which had a double bed, a couple of chairs, and a jacuzzi. After a long bath in the jacuzzi, Ivette felt ready to tackle the task at hand. Laying out all of the flexis in the bed, Ivette studied them, in no logical order. One thing that seemed helpful was this one thing in the file.
"Zolec is a master cameleon, best of the best in the Tal Shiar. He can hide in the most obvious of places, yet not be seen."
"At least I know what I'm up against" she told herself. "Hmmmm this is quite a riddle. Maybe he's' a celebrity of some sort? In power? Rich? Romulans are so complicated!" The problem that Ivette had was that as a civilian pychologist, she lacked even theoretical knowledge about Romulans. Most of it was classified by Starfleet. Tired of work, after hours of it, Ivette, went to the hotel casino, after getting a black night dress. Upon arrival, she felt happy. Gambling places had that affect. The feeling of winning something pumped up her adreneline. Her friends had called it addiction, but she often denied it. After some thinking, she went to the Vedran Whist table, then on to other games. While having fun, unbeknowst to Ivette, someone observed her, as she played. Hours passed, and tiredness got the best of her.Slugishly, she made it up to her room, and saw that she had a message. Pushing her code on the console under the mini-viewscreen, she found a surprise.
"Greetings Ivette. I am Zolec"The red haired, green eyed human looking Romulan said. " I just wanted to let you know that I know that you are searching for me. I have*spies. It's going to take a lot more effort than what you've done to find me. Zolec out.
"Damn!" Ivette seethed to herself.