The first streaks of sunlight painted the horizon as Marcus finished securing the Viper craft in the private hanger on the space port on the outskirt of town, Marcus hailed a taxi and was making his way home. Turning on the news viewer in front of him, the local report was suddenly interrupted.
“ We are receiving reports that with the assistance of the Caitians, the exiled Romulan Commander T’Ros has retaken control of the city of Vorta’Rome. The Caitains met little resistance, possibly due to the absence of their leadership. Sources indicate that just as the Caitains reached the outskirts of the city there was an explosion in the Romulan Administration building, killing Commodore Surul and his field commanders. Initial investigations point to a failure in a power junction in the building. Omega Prime is expected to recognize the new leadership later in the day. More details as we receive them…”
Marcus reached and turned the news off and listened to the light rain tapping the top of the taxi as he sped home.
When he entered RICKS, the place was empty, save for the maintanience staff cleaning up from the night before. As he entered his private quarters in the rear of the club he found Sonia lying in bed waiting for him.
“You’re later than you said you’d be.” She cooed.
“I’ll try to make it up to you.” He smiled as he undressed.
Marcus always found that sex after a successful mission was the best of all. As Sonia was about to realize as well.
OFF:
Marcus Dinn
Owner of RICKS
