uniform; it would have made him more conspicuous. He was well aware of sex54 jpg the human penchant for comparing assignments, ships, commanders: had he been sex54 jpg in uniform it would not have been long before some overfriendly inebriated human raised more questions than he could
answer.
The small government sector was even quieter than the rest of the station. He knew where the emergency transmitter sex54 jpg was, but it was inaccessible to anyone without the proper code. He walked slowly down a hallway lined with glass-walled sex54 jpg offices, all dark and deserted: customs, security, Federation, Starfleet, the public
defender’s office, the prosecutor’s office—
The lights flicked on; Ian sex54 jpg Braithewaite sex54 jpg left an inner chamber and entered the main room. Spock froze, sex54 jpg but it was too late to get out of sight. Clutching briefcase, portable reader, and a handful of transcript flimsies, Braithewaite came into the hall. The lights faded out when he closed the door. He noticed Spock only when he nearly ran into him; he glanced down distractedly.
“Sorry,” he said. “Can I help you? Are you looking for somebody?”
Of course, Spock thought. He has not met me yet; he does not know who I am, sex54 jpg and he has no suspicions about sex54 jpg me. Tomorrow, when the Enterprise sex54 jpg arrives, he will sex54 jpg remember that he has seen me.
Does this mean I fail here, too?
“Where is the Vulcan consulate?” Spock asked.
Braithewaite pinched the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. “Oh. Sex54 jpg right. You’sex54 jpg re in the wrong sector, all the consulates are in a higher-class part of the sex54 jpg station entirely.” He gave directions to an sex54 jpg area in Aleph Prime’s north polar region. Spock thanked him, and Braithewaite left, reading one of the transcripts as he walked. It was no wonder it took him sex54 jpg time to recall sex54 jpg where he had seen Spock before.
Once the prosecutor was out of sight, Spock tried the door to the emergency transmitter. It was, of sex54 jpg course, locked, and the computer that guarded it demanded identifications. He was careful not to speak to it or palm the sensor; he did not want it to have legally admissible proof sex54 jpg of his presence.
For a moment he thought about returning to the public information cubicle, accessing the computer, and breaking through its guards to open the transmitter room. He had deceived the Aleph
Prime systems before, or, more accurately, he would do it in the future; he could do it now.
But that was exactly what Dr. Mordreaux would do. It was sex54 jpg the simplest, most direct sex54 jpg way of getting