Kathryn walked down and looked to her left to see the Pacific Ocean lapping against the rocky shores. Wind blew fiercely as she and Seven climbed into the cliffs overlooking the shoreline. She glanced up and said, "Could we not have transported directly there? Where is this place?"
"We're almost there. The view from the dining room is spectacular. Look up."
Kathryn shaded her eyes and looked to see several umbrellas blowing in the wind above them. A small grotto restaurant was carved out of the side of the cliff facing the ocean. "It looks beautiful."
"Come this way." Seven turned and headed for a small opening in the cliff underneath the restaurant. "There is a lift in here."
Kathryn followed and walked into a dimly lit opening that had also been carved out. A dilapidated shaft with an older style turbolift was set into the cliff wall. "You're kidding. A restaurant like that and this is how we get there?"
Seven punched at the door panel and the lift opened. She watched Kathryn walk inside and then stepped in and entered in a manual code.
"No voice commands," Kathryn said. "This is extremely primitive. If nothing else, Seven, this has been an experience."
"I assure you it will be," she answered.
The lift stopped and the doors opened into a darkened tunnel. Kathryn peered out and said, "I don't think this is the right floor."
"It is." She stepped out and offered a hand to Kathryn.
Kathryn looked around the corner again at the dark corridor and shook her head. "I don't think so. Every instinct in my body is telling me we should leave, now."
"Too late," Seven answered. She grabbed Kathryn's coat and yanked her from the lift. She started half carrying and half dragging her down the corridor to a sealed entryway.
Kathryn struggled to undo Seven's grasp and keep pace. "What are you doing? Let go of me, Seven! Now!"
Seven placed her hand against a small panel in the stone wall and the rock face disappeared to reveal a small room. The only light came from a small barred window set high against the ceiling facing the rolling sea. Seven tossed Kathryn in and watched her fall onto the rocky dirt floor. She leaned down and opened the front of Kathryn's coat to snatch her combadge. "Enjoy your stay," she said before tapping the panel again with her palm and sealing Kathryn away in the small tomb.
Seven activated a small wristband on her arm and watched as video came into focus. Kathryn got up and pounded on the door with her fists. She was screaming and calling for help but just outside the entryway which now blended in with the rock face again, Seven heard nothing other than the video feed transmission that she now controlled.
She switched the video off and silenced Kathryn's calls for help. She smiled as she drew her sleeve over the wristband and walked back to the lift. She fondled Kathryn's combadge in her hand. Chakotay was right. Seven was not to be trusted and Kathryn had been a fool to think she could be. She was done watching the two of them flaunt each other in her face. As the lift doors shuttered and Seven rode down to the outside world, she pondered which scenario she would now choose as tonight's entertainment.