What Judgments Come

“Is that right?” Pe

The guard leaned closer. “All I know is that I’ve been ordered to see you off the ship, sir. You can either come willingly, or I’ll carry you.”

Okay, that’s enough, Pe

Reyes nodded. “Take it easy, Tim.” Pe

And that’s it, then.

As he had promised, Pe

“Thanks, but I think I’ve got it from here,” Pe

The short stroll through the gangway was followed by a brief inspection at the Starfleet checkpoint inside the docking hatch that served as an entrance to Vanguard, with the two security officers positioned there grateful for the interruption in their otherwise boring assignment. Pe

Living life on the edge again, I see.

However mundane his evening schedule was looking, none of those activities would be happening right away, he knew. At least, not until he got past T’Pry

“Lieutenant T’Pry

T’Pry

“I think so,” Pe

Nodding in approval, T’Pry

“I don’t know about that,” the journalist replied. “I mean, I know we were overheard, and there’s no way the bartender wasn’t a spy for Ganz or one of his lieutenants. However, I was careful with what I said, and the commodore was very guarded.”

“Was he under guard, or accompanied by any other escort?” T’Pry

Pe

All this cloak and dagger bollocks makes my gut ache.

Rather than answer his question, T’Pry

“Whoa,” Pe

“You provided information that may well prove quite useful,” T’Pry

Caught off guard by the intelligence officer’s abrupt dismissal, Pe

“The risk to you was actually quite minimal,” T’Pry

Pe

T’Pry

Releasing a chuckle, Pe

“I really must return to my duties, Mister Pe

No matter how long he lived, he was certain he never would understand that woman.