Next to it was another much like it, only far less welcoming. “We don’t care if you’ve been sent by the Great Bird of the Galaxy itself,” said Tall-Green-and-Ugly. “You don’t have permission to enter the bank.” He and Šmrhová held up their Starfleet photo ID cards—documents for which they had rarely had any use, on or off the ship—as if presenting the Orions with proof of their affiliation would change their answer. “We’re from the Enterprise,” La Forge said. “We’ve been tasked with investigating the attempted break-in, and—” “We don’t care,” said Taller-Greener-and-Uglier. “You have no jurisdiction on the surface of our planet, and even less inside the walls of this bank.” Their refusals spun up Šmrhová’s temper. “This is a matter of Federation security.” “No, it’s a matter of bank security, and we’ll conduct our own investigation—without your help.” They pointed away from the main gate, into the sprawl of the capital. “Why don’t you two go back to your embassy, or your ship, or anyplace other than here?”
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