Omek scans the quarters, with a Security Tricorder.

"Humm,,, no listening devices no sensors. " "These

humans are very lackadaious." "Using the station  comm

freq. He piggybacks a message to the Cloked War Bird.

Romulan 1 This is General Omek of the Tal Shair." "I'M

inplace. I'm in my Quarters, so far this channel is

secure." " Will Contact you when I have futher

information. " " Omek Out"

"Barman Romulan Ale if you Please" He sips the drink.

" Not a bad Vintage", he replies.

* A tall Romulan walks to a table and sits down*