Discussion in 'Star Trek: The Next Generation' started by LeadHead, Jul 4, 2012.
Neral: I have received intelligence indicating he's on his way here. Perhaps here already.
PARDEK: Here on Romulus?
NERAL: Yes. Curious, isn't it. I suppose we'd better find out if the report is accurate or merely rumour. Circulate his likeness among the security forces. Remind them that if he is here, he's probably disguised as one of us.
Pardek: I'll see to it.
DATA: This is definitely the street on which the intelligence scan of Spock and Pardek was taken, sir. Adjusting for the optical distortions, I am able to verify the architectural features.
Picard: Where were they standing?
Data looks around.
Picard: Data, you're moving about in a very, android way.
DATA: I am sorry, Captain. I will be more careful.
Picard: Don't call me Captain.
DATA: I understand, sir. I have found the place where they were standing.
DATA: It is here, at this doorway. A legal intercessor's office. The name is similar to Pardek's. It would appear to be one of his relatives.
Picard knocks on the door, no answer. He tried to open it, it's locked.
Picard: Not open for business yet.
DATA: Nonetheless, I recommend we keep this location under observation. I have clearly determined Pardek's routine. On days when the Senate is not in session, he invariably comes to this section after the median hour.
PICARD: Very well. Let's sample the local cuisine, shall we?
(an old woman brings two bowls to their table, no chairs)
PICARD: Do you happen to know what time the intercessor's office across the way opens?
WOMAN: Why do you want to know?
Picard: I need his services, he was recommended.
WOMAN: I haven't seen you here before.
Data: We are here for the day, from the city of Rateg.
WOMAN: Rateg? I don't think so.
Data: Why do you say that?
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