“I’ve got some interesting news for you Picard. Jiss had a lover who’s really pissed off with you. If he wants to come down here and finish what Jiss started…I’d have no objections…as long as he didn’t damage you…too much.” He winked lecherously and kissed Jean-Luc on the forehead. Laughing, the two Orions left the room, turning off the lights as they went.
Fragg entered Urdon’s cabin to see him finishing off a call. Urdon gestured for Fragg to refill his goblet with ale and he complied, also filling one for himself. He took a seat opposite his leader and waited eagerly. Urdon took a long draught and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Fragg sat forward, almost shivering with tension. “How much? What is it up to now?” Urdon grinned and sat back in his seat. “Five thousand bars each!” “Five thousand? Gods….Gods that’s…” “Yes it is and it’s going to get bigger. I just spoke to the Cardassians, they’re interested too.” “And the Breen?” Urdon scowled and sniffed wetly, hawking back some mucous into his throat. “Those bastards are out of the running…so are the Ferengi. They’re too worried about the Federation.” Fragg frowned and scratched his crotch. “We’ve had them what…three days? How long can we afford to keep them?” “Not much longer. I hear their ship has begun a search.” “Their ship? The Enterprise? Urdon we’d better off load them soon…” Urdon stood abruptly and paced around the room. “I know that fool! But we have to have enough time to close the deal. I didn’t go to all this effort not to make a killing.” “Still…” “Enough! If you don’t have the balls to see this through then get off my ship!” Fragg jumped to his feet, spilling his ale. “No! I’ll stay Urdon, I’ve invested too much also.” Nodding Urdon clapped Fragg on the shoulder. “Good. Have faith Fragg, just a little longer and we’ll be rich beyond our wildest dreams.”
Commander Will Riker stood in the living room of the bungalow holding his Captain’s clothing. At his side were Counsellor Deanna Troi and Lieutenant Commander Data. They were talking to the resort’s manager. Will looked down at the harried man. “And they left no word? Nothing to suggest they were leaving?”
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