Brystal and Issac found themselves at the foot of a large palace like dance room. The heavy scent of alcohol stenches the room. Every word seemed to blurred out by loud shouting and the blasting of music.

They immediately began making their way through the crowds of people. Pushing past gently, trying not to draw too much attention to themselves. Dancing or even getting into a fight could easily blow their cover.

Blinding by blue lighting across the whole room with pink and red spotlights flashing everywhere. The two had grown used to the atmosphere of this ever since their first missions from Callius. Knowing many spots like this could be crowded with assassins and outlaws of all sorts.

All that mattered was the mission on getting the Abronath. Anticipating large amounts of security protecting the object. All the two could do was be more prepared for a few fights.

"Just like old times?" Issac asked.

"Just like old times," Brystal agreed, "Except, I'm not a teenager anymore."

"Yeah, but I'm still older," Issac chuckled.

"True," Brystal smiled.

They searched the room, looking to see if the group of four was out of place. But when their eyes caught nothing, they knew the group was probably transported to the bar area. The place where Barrett was expected to make an appearance.

Everything seemed to be going okay for the most part. They wouldn't know what could happen in the next few hours. They could only hope they would make it out alive.

"Let's patch in," Issac told her, sliding towards a corner of the dance floor. 

Brystal cautiously avoided two woman dancing and giggling. Paying more attention to what Issac was about to do. He pulled two ear pieces from his jackets pocket, laying his palm out flat to her..

Both ear pieces were clear which would make it look like to others it wasn't there. An advantage Adeline had come up with years ago for the Renegades. Minus that an exploding pen wouldn't work in this situation.

"Take one," Issac ordered to her.

Without hesitation, Brystal grabbed one of the small devices from his hand. Lightly pushing it into her ear. A glitching sound came in a bit as the device registered that it was about to be used by someone.

Issac did the same before giving his ear a gentle tap. As if he was signaling for the device to go on or look less suspicious. Either way he looked around and then back towards Brystal.

"Ms. Wintours? Are you and Mr. Stewart in position? As well as Mr. Kirk and Ms. Hale?" Issac spoke just a pinch above a whisper. 

"Loud and clear, sir," Wintours voice came in through Issac's and Brystal's ear piece, "Can you give an estimated time before this Barrett could possibly arrive?"

Issac and Brystal walked up the stairs slowly, spotting out the group of four near the bar. Keeping their distance from blowing their cover. Hanging out while trying to disappear with the crowds of people as well.

She could easily tell who was who's even from where she stood. Grace was leaning against a pole of the bar while Callum and Jim seemed to be ordering a drink to look like normal people her. Olivia's eyes keen on finding Barrett from the looks of how she was earthing around the bar.

"Afraid not," Issac responded, "I don't have as precise of a mind on timing as my sister does."

"Seems fair enough," Olivia huffed, "You two sure do know how to keep the suspense going."

"That isn't exactly what we are trying to do," Brystal .

But when she looked closer, she could spot out something that had irritated her deeply. She could feel her toes curl in her heels from her slight irritation. Careful to not make her eye twitch, but instead knew she had to do something about it.

What was irritating her?

Hands on their ears. That would immediately blow their cover and show everyone that they were doing something other than partying. It reminded her of a classic movie that Issac and showed her, teaching her what and what not to do during a mission.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF YOUR EARS!!!" Brystal warned everyone again, immediately everyone took their hands off their ears, "Seriously, you guys make this look suspicious already!"

"Sorry," Callum answered, quickly.

"Forgot about the stealth part," Jim added.

Issac looked to her, mouthing, "Good call."

"How do I make it just tap for only one line to someone?" Brystal mouthed.

"Tap twice," Issac whispered, pretending to tap his ear twice. She did the exact motion before speaking up once more.

"And Jim, please don't do anything stupid. If you die, I will kill you," Brystal warned Jim.

"Don't worry," Jim assured her, "I'll make it out just fine, sweetheart."

"Good, just be safe," Brystal smiled, slightly before tapping the communicator to go back to normal.

Issac hid a knowing smile as the two made their way towards a pair of elevators. Though he made sure Brystal didn't even see an inch of it. Pressing the golden yellow up button of the elevator.

The elevator room was all black, but was cast in an indigo hue of bright light. Surprisingly a bit empty to Issac's liking. But with how he looked, he could Emily's be mistaken as a business man out of everyone that were partying.

"We will check in with you all if we ever run into trouble or when we get the Abronath. I suggest you do the same when you spot, Barrett," Issac told everyone that, "Split up a bit to find him a bit more easily."

"Got it," Jim answered.

"Yes, sir," Grace said.

"Alright, radio wave silence form us for the next few minutes or more until we should check in," Brystal added before tapping her ear twice as the elevator door opened as Issac did the same.

Stepping inside, their faces fixing into determined as the doors closed. Quietness filled the small elevator, except for the slight sound of it zooming upward. Brystal looked over to Issac  who was watching until the elevator landed on floor 42.

"How many guards do you think will be waiting for us?" Brystal asked.

"I'd say 9," Issac answered after a little bit, "What about you?"

"Hmmmm......at least 10," Brystal replied.

"Mind If I Join You?" A young woman's voice asked to Jim, who looked up to examine who it was.

Not much of her face could be seen she had a black silk like mask that covered her nose and mouth, but her blue eyes were sharp and ice like. Her hair was in boundless curls stretching down to her, but her hair color  was shadowed by the cloth of her mask. Wearing all black padded shirt top and a skirt split open to show the rough looking black leggings.

She had the look of a woman who could kill anyone she wanted in a second. Dangerous by looks, but her voice was calm. Sounding like someone with a lot of angst built up in her systems.

The dark golden light of the bar shown down on the seats. But even though it was far away from the partying, even the music was still a bit loud from here. Jim knew he would have to speak up soon.

"Fine by me," Jim told her, "You aren't like a secret assassin or something right?"

"No," The woman said, taking a seat at the bar, "Though I was trained to be like that, but most people are afraid of me, but that's worn off over time, how about you?"

His mind tried to think of quick responses that didn't have to do anything with Starfleet. Searching through everybody's jobs that he knew until the first one seemed to click right. Something suitable enough for a place like this.

"No........business deals in shuttle and starship parts," Jim thought of quickly. 

"Oh, interesting," The woman said intrigued, "What type?"

"Great job," Olivia muttered, her voice pitching in through the ear piece, "Easily tell her in a cocky way, Replicators, radium crystals, and Trellium-D."

Jim wanted to so badly to roll his eyes at Olivia's response, but slightly grateful for her help.  Though he didn't even take a chance to show his annoyance. Instead, repeating exactly what Olivia had said.

"The usual stuff. Replicators, radium crystals, and Trellium-D," Jim responded, quickly.

The woman seemed convinced by the interested look in her eyes. She didn't even show an inch of suspicion towards him. Her eyes darted to the rack of drinks as if trying to decide what she could get to drink.

She seemed familiar with the environment around her. Like she knew everything off the menu even without looking. Like she came here daily or maybe even used to.

"I'll have to keep that in mind next time my ship needs a repair," The woman answered as the bartender came over to her, "I'll have the bloodwine with the snail juice, and please no fancy umbrellas just salt around the rim."

"Expensive taste?" Jim asked, raising an eyebrow, cockily.

"Eh," The woman shrugged, "I get stuff when I can. With some days being hard to get by and all, but it's my drink when I come over here. But what else am I to think. It's just life around these parts."

Olivia froze at her place like the woman's voice started pitching in to her memory. It sounded vaguely familiar. Wondering and curiosity took her by storm as she tried to think of where in her life she'd heard that voice before.

Her eyes darted over towards Callum and Grace, who seemed to be catching up after lost time. Chilling on a half circular couch while having two margaritas. Olivia smiled, slightly before focusing back on Jim and the woman's conversation.

"So........you've gotta be pretty young, right?" Jim asked.

"Trust me, I'm older than I may seem," The woman answered.

"You can't be," Jim replied, "You sound at least in your 20's."

"Believe me.......i never did get your name," The woman paused before speaking again after chuckling a bit. She picked up her drink taking a swig of the maroon liquid after moving her mask a little up. 

She had a few freckles, looking quite young just as he thought. But he didn't dare to even say anything.

"James," Jim immediately said, keeping a slightly tightened grip on his glass of brandy.

"Nice......so that means your from earth? How are things there?" The woman asked.

"Good......you know things can get complicated, but they get better. I mean I have a family and built a home......it's nice......I don't want to lose it," Jim answered.

The woman's eyes seemed to smile at that, but hinted at something more. He didn't have enough time to study it as he took a small sip from his cup. Though he began to wonder why she was even talking to him.

She could be doing anything, but decided to stop and chat with a random stranger. There were plenty of things she could do here. All those reasons he could spill out just to ask what she was even doing here, but not even saying a word was better.

"You seem like a good man, James," She told him, "Make sure that family of yours never breaks. It's the best thing.......ever."

Those words hit like a dagger like she did care.

But why did she for something he barely even got into too much detail about?

She took another swig of her drink, finishing off the drink. Her finger running around the rim of the drink, flecking off all the slat onto her black gloved hand. Seeming so deep in thought as she thought of something else.

Olivia sat up against a pole in the room. Avoiding thousands of people, only to trying to place the voice on someone she knew and not one Jim would know. Her mind drew various blanks, but she was more than determined to figure it out.

The woman was almost calculative and mystique like that it threw her off track every time. This woman must've had experience. But why did she have to seem familiar beyond all reason?

"Hey!" The woman called to the bartender, "His drinks are all on my tab for the rest of the night."

"That's kind of you, but I don't need that many-"

"If you are here to get wasted or waiting for someone, better to get a few drinks," The woman told him.

Sliding a card like shape to the bartender, who picked it up and nodded to her. Punching it into a card receiver that beeped in acknowledgement. Jim just stared at her before finding something to say.

"Who are you? I didn't catch your name," Jim asked.

"Beatrice," The woman answered, getting up from her seat, "Was nice talking to you, James. Not often you meet kind businessmen like you."

She walked off, disappearing into the crowds of dancers and party people. Jim found himself a bit confused to what had just happened, registering everything. But a small questioned bloomed in his mind.........people still used the name, Beatrice?

"That woman's name can't be Beatrice," Callum's voice cracked through the ear piece.

"Then, what would it be?" Grace asked, "You......bloody hell, you know that woman don't you?"

"That's what I've been trying to figure out," Olivia told them, "Her language was calm, strained, but sarcastic. It's all too familiar........I just-don't.......remember who has that voice. I must've known her long ago."

Callum bit his bottom lip, his mind seeming just as cursed as Olivia's was. He and Grace had paused their conversation at the last bit. Only now trying to figure out who that woman could've been.

Instead, their mind draws blanks.

Puzzle pieces fitting in the wrong place.

"Must've," Jim replied in a whisper, elbows on the hard glass table, "But who the hell still uses or names their kid, Beatrice?"

God! This one took way too long! I write like a sentence and that was Brystal saying, "GET YOUR HANDS OFF YOUR EARS!" (Losley inspired by Daniel Craig's James Bond) hope you enjoyed!