The screen went blank, but the Tal Shiar officer continued looking at it.
"So Ajeya did cross towards the Gamma quadrant with them," he commented, his tone neutral.
"The Bajoran was really helpful to us," a feminine voice answered him.
He turned slightly to face her. "And there you thought she'd cause us trouble," he said, as he arched his eyebrow to stress his point.
The woman just flashed a smile as an answer. She was not Romulan, but Cardassian, and dressed in a revealing dress, she leaned casually on one of the consoles. None of the Romulans present found her the least attractive, though. She also had her mind set in very different issues.
"Let's hope the escapees don't cause you any trouble either," she said in a slur that was in part a menace.
The Tal Shiar operative did as if he didn't resent her words, so did the others who also remained silent at their posts.
The Cardassian operative played idly with her sharp nails. "I'm getting tired of this chase," she declared with some disdain. "Let's finish them now."
The free alien space of the broad Gamma Quadrant opened before them. At the science station, one of the Romulan spies monitored a tilting trail that marked the stolen ship's track.
"A pleasure," the Tal Shiar officer answered her, and he let a matching smile play in his lips. His hand rose to give the order. Impassively, the young woman at the weapon station waited for it, her cool eyes fixed at him.
"Not yet," a cold voice interrupted them.
There were no shadows in the clear illuminated bridge, but still the sleek Human man clad in black seemed to have found a spot to make himself invisible. Taking a step forward, he made his presence be noticeable again; not that any of them have really forgotten he was there.
Hardly veiled resentful stares welcomed him into the conversation. He disregarded them.
"We will let them get closer to the Dominion border and strike them there."
The Cardassian woman continued leaned back, and her side glance was accompanied by an indifferent shrug. "I really don't care, but I got the impression your boss wanted this issue finished by now."
"He wants it finished well," the Human forcibly said, and the many winkles that crossed his pale face were reinforced. "We will do it later, when we are far from unwanted eyes. I don't want anyone registering the explosion."
"We could easily cover it up," the Romulan haughtily said.
The look directed in his direction this time was openly hostile. "There would be nothing to cover up if you wouldn't have messed it up in the fist place."
Both the Romulans in the room and the Cardassian spy registered the rebuke, and stiffening, returned the glare. Tension built up, but silence reigned over them, and as the mysterious Human commanded, the assault ship continued its stalking, for he represented their boss onboard, and nobody questioned the boss.