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Retrieval- Ch. 6

Author - zealousgirl
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Retrieval

By zealousgirl

Rating: PG-13, general
Disclaimers in Chapter One

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CHAPTER 6

The Spy

Seema had caught up to the two strangers just after they left the hotel that morning. They did not behave like most couples she knew and this puzzled her further.

She followed them as they walked through the market place. The woman had spoken to many people, while the man seemed to stand back, attempting to be inconspicuous.

She could not get close enough to hear what they were saying; although on occasion, Seema was able to get bits and pieces of the man's thoughts, but not enough to squelch her curiosity. She still knew that they were not who they seemed, but she was starting to like the man - Tuck. He had a sense of humor. He was obviously also in love with the woman, although she did not reciprocate overtly.

Seema could perceive that the woman - Pela - had deep feelings for him, but was battling these emotions. The woman was almost like the Vulcans that her grandmother had told her stories about when she was younger. Suddenly it dawned on her. Pela WAS Vulcan. But, what about the man?

Seema would have to talk to her older brother about this. He had friends who were Vulcans. Maybe he would know this woman.

When Tuck had recognized her, Seema panicked. Having escaped just in time, she now watched as he peered over the bushes from where she had been spying on them. She was safely inside one of the busses that served as public transportation.

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Upon arriving home, she found her brother sitting at his computer. "Athlon, do you still have Vulcan friends?"

He spun around, and asked defensively, "Why?"

"I think that there is woman staying at the hotel near the market who is Vulcan. She looks like us but doesn't FEEL like us. There is man with her, who is not what he seems either, although he is quite different from her."

"Seema, you have to stop reading those mystery novels you are so fond of. You are speaking nonsense. I hope you have not been bothering them. Remember the time that you thought our new neighbors were Andorian spies. They were just fond of the color blue, that's all. And, are you not still embarrassed whenever you meet them?"

"You are right, Athlon. I am just letting my imagination get the best of me."

"Well, then, I am busy now, so go find someone else to bother."

Seema nodded and left the room. He was probably right. But - these 2 strangers WERE up to something. She would go back tomorrow and check up on them again.

Athlon checked to make sure Seema had left the room. He picked up a communicator. "Are you there?"

A cracked voice responded. "Yes. Is there news?"

"I think she is here."

"Excellent. Please proceed."

Athlon returned to his commuter and began typing. . . .

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"Excuse me Ma'am. I have a message for you." The reception clerk waved at T'pol as she stepped out of the elevator.

She came to the desk, took the typewritten note, and read it. "Do you know who left this here for me?"

The clerk shook his head. "It was here when I arrived this morning."

T'pol headed back up to their room. Trip had just stepped out of the shower, and was still getting ready for their 3rd day on the planet. He was relieved that last night's sleeping arrangements had not resulted in any uncomfortable situations.

T'pol spoke to Trip through the bathroom door. "Commander, I have a message here that informs me that I must meet with someone within the hour. Apparently they know where I might find what I am looking for. You may stay here. I am capable of doing this on my own."

Trip stormed out of the bathroom. "Oh, no you don't! I may be clueless as to why the hell we're here but I have this feeling that whatever you're looking for, someone doesn't want you to find. If not, why would we be in these disguises. Where you go, I go."

Knowing that she would not be able to come up with a plausible argument she conceded. They left the room within minutes, setting out for the location described in the rather cryptic note.

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Continued in Chapter 7

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