"Because they'd know where we went. They'd be right behind us," She answered dejectedly.
"Wouldn't the romulan satellites or something track us as soon as we hit the ground, anyway?" This whole plan sounded lousy, now that he was in it.
She raised an eyebrow and looked at him curiously. "What kind of planet are you from? We don't monitor every square meter of Romulus. Do you have any idea how many monitoring systems that would take? That's why I had us beam out of the old capital. No one ever monitors that."
He narrowed his eyes and leaned forward towards her. "You mean the only thing keeping us from using this transporter is because it'll know where we went?"
She nodded.
He threw his backpack on the floor and opened it frantically. "Open the panel of the console. I need to find the memory buffers." He said quickly.
Not knowing what he was up to, she obediently pulled the panel off that was under the console. Kirk removed a handheld device with a pair of cables dangling from it. He also removed a small box. Still on the floor, he crawled over to the exposed mechanism. "Where is the buffer located?"
She pointed to two places. "It's either that one or that one. I'm not sure which."
He nodded then opened the box, which contained numerous fittings. He pulled a pair of fittings from the box and placed them on the ends of the cables, then attached them to one of the boxes under the console. "Start pressing buttons like you're using the transporters."
"Okay," she said, still confused. She pressed the 'initialize' button. Without a destination, the unit simply powered up, then powered down.
Kirk shook his head. "Okay, that's not it. Keep pressing." He removed the cables from one box, then placed them on the other box. The device began lighting up whenever she pressed the button. "That's it!" He turned to T'osa. "Can you locate a nice, quiet spot near your home?"
She nodded. "I think so. It'll take a few moments to punch up the maps." She turned to face the console.
"Okay... hang on a sec. Let me start this thing up." He pressed a few buttons on the device.
"What IS that thing?" She asked quizzically.
"It's a little toy we used to use in special ops. We used it to erase logs, digital recordings, computer files, and stuff... basically, anything that uses computer memory. It plants a little virus that erases whatever is input into it. So, once I start recording, you just start typing... and when I load the program, it starts erasing everything you typed." He pointed to her. "Do it."
She smiled. "Now that's a neat toy. I need to get one of those." She began loading the maps of her neighborhood.
"Where I'm from, it's called a backup plan." He reached for his backpack and loaded up the box.
"Ha, ha," she said sarcastically. "Okay, here it is. I'm putting in the coordinates. We'll be right across the street."
"Great... give it a five second delay, then step onto the pad."
She did as instructed. T'osa put her finger above the key to start the sequence. "Ready?"
"Go." She pressed the button.
"Five," she began counting. Stephen pressed the button to stop the keystroke recording.
"Four," With a few more keystrokes, he started the virus program. She stepped onto the transporter pad.
"Three," Stephen waited nervously as the program downloaded.
"Two!" Her voice became quite frantic. The device signaled it had finished. He removed the clips from the console.
"Now would be a good time!" She yelled.
He grabbed his backpack and lunged at the transporter as the base began to illuminate.