Kirk had tried calling her all evening, but she was avoiding him. First, she had stolen the Varkolak sniffer and told him it was to take down a secret society. Then she’d sat there and let Lartal be accused of bombing the medical conference when she knew someone else had done it. Then when he and Nadja had followed Daagen to Chinatown, there she’d been, hiding out behind some barrels of wobbly headed dolls with a holo-camera. Kirk wanted answers from Uhura, and he wanted them now. It was already late at night when the security officer at the door to Uhura’s dorm gave him the okay to go in. Kirk had told him he was there to visit a lady friend, which was techincally true—although not in the way he led the officer to believe. It got Kirk inside, though, and he found Uhura’s door and rang the chime. “It’s Kirk,” he said. “Open up.” The door did open, bit it wasn’t Uhura standing there. It was Gaila, Uhura’s curvy, red-headed, green-skinned Orion roommate.
