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Spying on the passersby

Posted June 27, 2022, 12:13 a.m. by Civilian Nicholas James (Director, Colonial Intelligence Agency) (Sam Pennington)

Posted by Civilian Eryn Romanov (Colonial Intelligence Agent) in Spying on the passersby

Posted by Civilian Nicholas James (Director, Colonial Intelligence Agency) in Spying on the passersby

Posted by Civilian Eryn Romanov (Colonial Intelligence Agent) in Spying on the passersby
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The new Intel headquarters was finally coming together as more than just two computers in a room. Nicholas had an office, and it wasn’t just a front this time. He spent most of his time at his desk, watching three monitors with live feeds of sensor data from all around OED. Usually he wasn’t watching anyone or anything in particular, but this particular evening, a Starfleet ensign had caught his eye. He wasn’t sure why, this one just seemed… off.

The longer he watched, the more he questioned why he was doing it. This seemed like a perfectly normal person. There was something in his gut, some instinct told him to hold on just a little while longer.

He kept watching and waiting. Waiting and watching.

-Nicholas James

In public she was always escorted by the big bulky terrifying Breen body guard. That side of Eryn Romanov, eccentric famous artist was fun, but restrictive. The art she was producing, slowly, was bringing a nice prophet. The properties they had purchased were very lucrative and Danivica was worth more than her weight in latinum. Rarely did Eryn go as ‘Eryn’ without Vonn around. But today she was without the hulking mass that was quieter than a shadow. Or at least…she thought she was. That made her grin. She input her credentials at the access door the to the run down little warehouse that opened into a nice setup and staging point for the Colonial Intelligence Agency. The door closed behind her with an overly noticeable snick in the quiet. She unwrapped the scarf from her head and let the tails hang down from her shoulders as she strode through the space. She grinned wickedly at a couple of the techs that looked at her wide eyes and elbowed each other. Later she could mess with them.

She walked right into James’ office, draped herself into a chair and looked at him. Eryn was most likely a thorn in James’ side at this point. She was irreverent, and flippant and reckless. Or was she? She was also thorough, got every job done, was discrete, and only created a scene if it was necessary. And a master of personas. She watched James for a moment. “Vhat’s got you all knotted up, James?” Today her Russian accent was in full force, and it came and went with the wind and her mercurial mood.

Romanov

“This guy.” He pointed to the screen. “He’s up to something but god knows what. He hasn’t even made a move yet, but I need to see it when he does.”

-Nicholas James

Eryn leaned around look at the monitor, she watched a few minutes, “He is not vhoever he is pretending to be. Vatch.” After a moment Eryn pointed to where the man was reaching up and rubbing at a spot behind his left ear. “He is not used to cosmetic surgery to alter his features. It itches. Plus…” she rolled the recording back, “look at zhe way he looks at his hands, like he does not recognize them. He is either very green at zhis or he vants to be noticed.”

Romanov

“Good eye.” Nicholas said. “So, do we pick him up on mere suspicion, or do we wait for him to try something? If he vants” for a second he mimicked her accent. “to be noticed, he has already succeeded.” The question remained however, if the disguise was for genuine use, what was his goal? And how long could Nicholas wait before extracting that answer?

-Nicholas James

“No bad,” Eryn laughed, a wholly amused sound and grinned at him. “James, suspicion is our measure of value. Ve pay for information based on zhe value of our suspicions. If your not ready to buy, perhaps ve should go vindow shopping? You do remember how zo trail someone and play a persona?” Eryn winked at him.

Eryn Romanov

Nicholas’ eyes shifted colors from ice blue to dull brown “Better for blending in, don’t you agree?” He stood up. “If you need to prepare, do it quickly. I have something very stereotypical to do.” He opened his top desk drawer and withdrew a phaser. It then went inside his suit jacket. He stuffed a large PaDD under his arm and figured dull as dishwater businessman

“Ready to go?” He asked.

-Nicholas James

The eyes were a nice touch and if Eryn could get off planet for it, it was on her list of alterations Eryn turned her back reaching into an unobtrusive bag across strapped holster style to her thigh. Running her fingers in quick motion released several pins that took her hair from short cropped to shoulder length and full bodied. A little cosmetics and a small oval case were returned after barely use. The scarf was whipped off and tied around her waist making a very feminine effect of a chiffon skirt over leggings look. A black-eyed Betazoid woman turned back to look at him, her voice light but rather plain. She slipped an arm into his elbow, “And where are you taking me for lunch, dear?”

Romanov

“I have a very nice restaurant on the promenade in mind.” Nicholas smiled lightly. He gestured towards the door. “After you.”

It was a casual restaurant, mainly of French faire. Nicholas requested a table on the patio. What the inherent virtue was of a patio in a biodome, remained a mystery to him. But it was outside and a good vantage point. The promenade was busy which was its own advantage in a way. Most people weren’t accustomed to looking for spies in a crowd. Nicholas and Eryn could disappear with less effort.

-Nicholas James

Eryn took a seat across from James, but the seat slid a little more towards him. It didn’t obstruct her view but gave more a feeling of familiarity between them, whether the couple was very affectionate or for the need for both to see what was on his PaDD, she’d leave up to James. But now they both could ‘work’ or view the city, and talk a little more privately. She scanned the crowd after a waitress took their drink order. Uttaberry juice for the soft spoken Betazoid sitting with him. “Oh look, the chameleon roses are blooming.” She pointed gently across the way and there was the quarry making another pass by the raised bed. “They are so pretty as they pick up the different emotions of the people around them.”

Eryn Romanov

“Lovely.” Nicholas said as he set his PaDD down between them. “It really is amazing some of the plant life they can make thrive here.” He tapped out a message on the PaDD. ‘Notice anything other than the local flora?’

-Director Nicholas James


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