B: What did they steal?
B: A tan zhekran. A traditional Romulan puzzle box. It was secured in a cloaked vault. The scientist it belonged to was long dead.
B: Any idea what was inside?
B: No.
R: Dr. Kovich, any context would only help our mission.
K: I'm not at liberty to share details. I'm sorry, Admiral. Mr. Booker, I'm told you might be able to point us in the right direction with all of these warp trails.
B: Well, my mind-reading skill's a little rusty, but if I were still in the game and scored something that everyone in Starfleet was after, definitely wouldn't take it anywhere in Federation territory. And 24th century, only a few fences would even look at haul from that far back. Q'mau. Dealer there loves the old stuff. Goes by the name of Fred.
S: Fred...
B: Just Fred.
R: Captain Burnham, Captain Rayner, set a course for Q'mau. Uh, take Mr. Booker with you since he's familliar with your contact there. Get in, get out, no noise.
B: Aye.
B: My mission or hers?
R: Why don't you try working together?
R: Should take an hour at warp. I'll meet you there. Don't start without me.
R: Good luck, Captain.
B: Mr. Saru? We've been on our share of clandestine missions, but this... Even Admiral Vance is out of the loop?
S: Ah, I noticed that as well.
B: A tan zhekran could contain anything, right? A weapon, a pathogen, but the databases won't tell me as much as the Romulan's name.
S: Well, perhaps someone with access to different databases may be able to assist? Someone no longer within Discovery's chain of command?
