It was late and the lights inside the main structure of House Duroc embassy were low. Their red light cast dark shadows that seemed to flicker… as if the place were lit by the lanterns of oil and blood from ages past. The lights barely reached the front gate, but the guards there were not posted because they were not afraid of the dark.

As three figures quietly approached the front gate of the compound one guard, a Klingon of no small stature, looked I totally the darkness and said “You approach the embassy of House Duroc. State your business.” Of the three figures, one stepped forward. If the sight of the figure startled the guard, they showed no sign of it. “Allow me to be more direct then…” the guard said loudly. “What do you want, Breen?”

The armored suit wearing Breen moved up a few steps and stopped a short distance away. “My name is Kashir Gran. Lord Duroc had put word out that he was looking for someone. A particular Vulcan named B’rishir. My partner and I have located him.” The other guard, a human male, leaned towards the Klingon and said softly “That’s the one who put Becca in the infirmary.” The Klingon looked past the Breen and into the darkness. “The two of you… Step up here where I can see you.”

Vonn, CIA Operative