Lt. Commander Samira Neathler - Where is the karaoke bar? - Part II
Samira Neathler
((Seedy Pub - Lower vIq'mItlh City))
She could already see it in front of her. A warlord in a karaoke bar, secluded from his enemies, practicing opera because in reality as a kid that was his childhood dream. Roam from one venue to another singing tales of gone Klingon warlords, who now rested their tired bones at Sto’Vo’Kor. The real one, not the main crew lounge they were all familiar with. Meru looked at her.
Tahna: Did you see anything like that on the map?
Good that she wasn’t sipping her drink, otherwise she would have spilled it. The last thing she wanted to do was to sing in front of people. She knew other people from the crew who would have jumped at the occasion, though.
Neathler: I don’t recall any sick Klingons having been found near a karaoke bar, and that was my focus when looking at the map. ::She raised an eyebrow.:: Or we can ask our friendly Klingons for directions.
Spelvan: Does anyone else have any other suggestions?
Auricsdóttir: Apart from meeting the dealer again by chance, no.
Tahna: I’d like to follow him, but without attracting suspicion.
Neathler: Next time we’ll have to bring along some bugs that allows us to track people.
Why had she never thought of that before? Because each mission was different and they could only bring so many things with them. What could be useful here, might be useless during their next mission.
Auricsdóttir: It may look suspicious if we leave so soon.
Tahna: Now that we have our hands on the drug, we can calibrate our tricorders to scan for it. Could help us follow the dealer when he leaves, or even direct us back to a store of it.
Neathler: That’s even a better idea than planting a bug on someone.
Spelvan: Response
Auricsdóttir: I have not seen anyone use the drug here, so perhaps taking the doctor out to ‘get right’ could be a good excuse.
Neathler: Taking drugs in a public place might not be the smartest thing to do. If their bosses get word of it, it might be a reason to replace them with others in the mine.
If the drugs weren’t manufactured by the bosses to begin with. They might have gotten a sample of the drug, but all their questions were still unanswered.
Spelvan: Response
Meru raised an eyebrow, glancing between the two ensigns. A pair of Klingons walked up to the Klingon underneath the speaker, making movements. The music still covered their voices though.
Tahna: Getting out and analyzing the drug sound like good next steps.
Samira stood smiling, raising her voice for the other patrons to hear.
Neathler: You just want to visit every bar this place has, don’t you?
That should give them some cover and a reason why they left the pub already.
Auricsdóttir / Spelvan: Response
The Klingons were now yelling, even the music couldn’t cover the shouting anymore. One of the recently arrived Klingons pointed at their group, and Meru said some words that would have fit the Klingon discussion. They obviously had outstayed their welcome.
Tahna: Yeah, time to go.
Neathler: Lead the way.
She nodded towards the ensigns, a silent signal to follow the Bajoran while Samira would close the line.
Auricsdóttir / Spelvan: Response
The backdoor was no option, since they didn’t know if there was a door there leading out or not. She pulled the hood over her head and quickly followed the others. They had to pass the table with the bickering Klingons. Samira took a deep breath and moved forward, quickly passing the ensigns and Tahna before they reached the table.
Neathler: Whatever happens, follow the boss and get out.
She used the bit of speed she had to bump into a Klingon who stood with his back towards them, tossing him into the arms of the other Klingons.
Tahna / Auricsdóttir / Spelvan: Response
Several things happened at once. She heard the pub owner shouting from behind the bar. The group of Klingons pushed back the one she had originally pushed and she barely escaped him running back into her.
Neathler: Coming!
Tahna / Auricsdóttir / Spelvan: Response
Out of corner of her eye, she saw the pushed Klingon drawing a curved blade. Instinctively, Samira ducked and moved towards the pub’s exit, though she was pulled back when someone grabbed her coat’s sleeve. Using her free hand, she grabbed the grabbed arm and pulled, and she felt the fabric tearing as she got free and hurried out of the pub. The rain, fresh air and surrounding sounds were a welcome treat after the noisy pub, but she heard the pub’s door open already, followed by a lot of cursing and shouting.
Neathler: Run!
Tahna / Auricsdóttir / Spelvan: Response