The CCDA agents arrived at the front entry of the very nice Seven Palms Hotel and Spa in a convoy of three armored sliders with lights flashing. From the center vehicle, a tall Cardassian in CCDA tactical gear stepped out and ‘helped’ a lone Halian male. Two other agents exited and flanked him. The Cardassian said “We go to your room, no detours. You pack. We go to the port. You leave. You don’t come back. If you come back to Oed… sir… know that you will be arrested and charged with violating immigration policies. Now go.” The scene drew many onlookers and more than a few vid captures were taken. The agents walked him in, directly to the lifts, and took him straight up to his room on the twenty-secind floor. When they arrived at his door, the Galiano opened it and walked in, followed by the Cardassian.

Only to find that they were not the first to arrive.

A heavily armored Breen sat in a chair facing the door. The Cardassian looked and then smiled slightly. “Know what? I think this is well in hand. I’m going to just leave you all to it.” He looked at the Breen and inclined his head. The helmet remained completely still as the CCDA backed out of the room and the door slid closed.

A synthetic and wholly emotionless voice issued forth from the helmet. “Sit.” it said, and a single finger rose and pointed at the bed.

Vonn