<Katra Station - Deck 10>
Walking slowly as if she was just out on a lovely quiet stroll rather than some secret squirrel mission Cat came up to Lt Wessex, leaned in and in a stage whisper "It is I, Goodspeed. Heard you needed some voles?"
Quite despite the attempts to keep a low profile, Paul had to laugh loudly at Goodspeed's hammy delivery. Grinning, he glanced about, with his own theatrics and attempted a throaty, villainous response. "
You 'eard righ'."
And yet, he couldn't keep the pretence up for long. What he was asking wasn't something that could be chuckled away. He adopted an expression of apology, and opened a fist. In it were some small devices - micro-recorders; non-transmitting, non-isotronic. Pure passive audio receivers. No stray signals to detect. He explained his plan as cautiously as he could; the voles would make their way, quietly, to the inner sanctums of the Embassies of the Dord and Numanti, and find a point of greatest audio gain. Then wait, allowing the devices to pick up any conversations before returning. It could be a true waste of time, and against much of what he stood for in the Federation, but Kurros had offered the Federation riches beyond the dreams of Avarice....and
they had turned it down.
It was a matter of urgency to learn what other powers had done if offered the same; and what had been the price for such riches...