"Have you spotted any of the Klingons we are looking for

"Have you spotted any of the Klingons we are looking for?" T'Katha asked.

"No. How 'bout you? Any luck yet?" Julie asked.

"I do not believe in luck, Doctor. However, if you are asking if I have spotted General Kalor or any of his associates, then the answer is 'no'," T'Katha replied.

Julie glanced about nervously. She knew time was running out. The Federation President had completed his speech and then turned the floor over to Azetbur, who had spoken on in length. Now, the President was up on the podium again, this time discussing the proposed action agenda. Julie knew the assassination attempt was now only minutes away.

The President was still speaking. "As you know," he was saying to the delegates, "time is of the essence…"

"If only he knew," Julie thought to herself.

T'Katha began to admonish her. Julie heard "Focus, Doctor," in her mind, but events cut off the Vulcan woman in mid-thought.

Julie stopped, suddenly sensing an overwhelming sensation of hatred mixed with extreme anxiety. Everyone in the room was somewhat anxious, and certainly there were hard feelings on both sides, but the emotions coming from this individual were blaring, obvious, unmistakable. Why the hell hadn't she noticed it before?

Glancing about frantically, she could see one particular Klingon off to one side, by himself, nervously fingering a disrupter pistol. Somehow, some way, she knew instantly this was one of General Kalor's confederates.

These thoughts went through her mind in a split second; at the same time a commotion arose from the back of the room. Julie could hear the hum of transporters re-materializing, and then a great deal of shouting and "Out of the way – out of the way!"

She knew this was the crew of the Enterprise beaming down to save the day, but she never took her eyes of that lone Klingon, whose gaze in turn was fixed solidly on one man – Kirk. The Klingon raised his disrupter slowly, carefully.

Julie could hear Kirk's voice. It was not as deep as she had always imagined. "Mr. President!" the legendary captain shouted frantically.

"T'Katha!" Julie shouted out loud. Unable to initiate a message, Julie decided to take a small chance and call out to the Vulcan woman. In all the confusion and din, one more shout probably wouldn't be noticed. Smoothly, she pulled out the sedative-laced hypospray and made her way towards her Klingon target.

"I see them," the Vulcan woman replied in her mind. "You must stop that one from attacking Captain Kirk."

Them? Julie thought to herself.

Things were a blur, happening so quickly. People were shouting and jostling around. She did not know it, but Julie was practically sprinting.

"Mr. President!" Kirk again, this time more urgent.

The Klingon thug aimed his pistol squarely at Kirk, and prepared to squeeze the trigger.