"Spock, find the radio station", Kirk ordered. "Uhura's monitoring the broadcasts. Cut in and have yourselves beamed up to the ship."
"Surely, you're coming, Captain?" Spock asked confused.
"I will, but I'm bringing Bela Oxmyx with me."
"You mean you're going after him alone?" T'Lora asked.
"Jim, you can't—" McCoy argued as he picked up a gun.
"Bones, this mess is our responsibility", Kirk said. "You have your orders. Let's go. T'Lora, you stay here with me. We need to talk to Bela on this and in order to speak his language I need your help."
"Yes I understand Jim", she nodded. "I'll be your girl to get into his head…"
"Good girl."
Kirk winked, making T'Lora confused, but she winked back at him in a response. She looked at Spock worried and reached her hand out, their fingers briefly touching. He looked at her and gently stroked her fingers with his own.
"Surely you'll be successful?" he asked.
"I will", she said as she smiled at him.
Knowing Spock, he did not return the human affection. The group split up, Kirk and T'Lora running out of the warehouse and Spock and McCoy to return to the Enterprise.
T'Lora and Kirk carried their guns as they ran out into the alley. First thing they had to do was to somehow blend in with the environment. The last thing they needed was Oxmyx to find them and capture them again.
"T'Lora, do you know how the woman acted in the 1920's?" Kirk asked.
"I do", she nodded.
"Good. I'll need you as my girl. Meet me at Bela's place and wait for me there."
"Yes, sir."
The two ran out the alley with Kirk keeping aim with the Tommy gun. A Cadillac with mobsters drove by, making Kirk push T'Lora. She saw what was happing as she kept a tight hold on her gun just in case.
"Hold it!" one of them yelled, pointing his gun at Kirk. "Okay, pally, we're going for a ride."
"If you don't mind, I'd rather walk", Kirk mumbled.
"Listen, pally. This can either be a taxi or a hearse. You know what I mean?"
"I'm beginning to get the idea."
"What about that dame behind the crates, Zabo?" one of the other men asked.
"Forget about it. We'll get back to her later. It's this guy the boss wants."
Zabo grabbed Kirk's Tommy gun and ushered him into the car. T'Lora got up and watched as the car zoomed off, leaving her behind.
"Alright, what to do? What to do?
T'Lora then saw a lady that was the same size and build as her. She walked up to her, needing her clothing. Hopefully, she would work with a friendly approach.
"Hey there, tootsie. Nice night for a walk."
"Oh?" the lady looked at her. "Hello there."
She sighed, seeing she was getting nowhere with this. She aimed the gun at the lady.
"I need your clothing now! Give them to me!"
"Wait a second!" the lady said. "I'm no hooch selling bimbo at one of Bela's speaks!"
"I don't care, wench!" T'Lora said.
"Excuse me?"
T'Lora knocked out the girl.
"I don't have time for your old tactics."
T'Lora pulled the girl's dress off and put it on, making herself look like a woman of the planet. She turned and ran toward Oxmyx's office.
"They have Kirk!" she told the mob guard.
In Jojo Krako's office, Krako was throwing Darts at a poster of Bela Oxmyx as the door opened with Kirk and Krako's men.
"So you're the Fed, huh?" he asked. "Well, well, well, well, well."
"And you?" Kirk asked.
"Krako. Jojo Krako. I'm the head of the whole southside territory. Hey, glad to see you."
"Would you mind telling me how you even know who I am?" he asked as he patted his shoulder.
"Sit down, Kirk", Krako said pulling him toward his desk. "I've got all of Bela's communications bugged. He can't make a date with a broad unless I know about it. Well, I guess you want to know why I brought you here."
"You want to make a deal?" Kirk quickly assumed.
"Hey, I like that. That is sharp. That's sharp, eh, Zabo?"
"Sharp, Boss", he nodded.
"That's right, a deal. I want you to help me."
Krako then snapped his fingers, making his mistress walk over to Kirk and started massaging his shoulders.
"Let me guess", Kirk said uncomfortably as he looked back at Krako's mistress and tried to talk. "You want…you'll want heaters, and then you'll want troops to teach them how to use them. And then you'll attack the other bosses and take over the whole planet. Then we'll sit down and talk, right?"
"Wrong!" Krako said." I know Bela. He didn't offer you beans. Now, me, I'm a reasonable man. You give me what I want and I'll cut you in for, say, a third. Skimmed right off the top. Well, what do you think?"
"I got a better idea", he said shaking off the offer. "This planet has to be united. You know that. Bela knows that. Let's sit down. You, me, Bela. Discuss this whole matter, contact the other bosses, and talk about it like reasonable men."
"You watch it, Kirk. The Book tells us how to handle things!"
Krako snapped his fingers, making his mistress come back to him.
"You make hits", he explained. "Somebody argues, you lean on them. What do you think, we're stupid or something?"
"No, I don't think you're stupid, Mr. Krako", Kirk calmly said. "I just think your behavior is arrested."
"I haven't been arrested in my whole life! Listen, pally, I know how to get what I want. You want to live, don't you, Kirk? You bet you do. But after I get through with you, you're liable to be sorry unless you come across. Hold him here."
He turned his attention back to Zabo, giving new orders.
"Tell Cirl the Knife to sharpen up his blade. I just might have a job for him. Unless you come across with the heaters."
"I'm sorry, Krako", Kirk shook his head. "No deal."
"That's too bad. Put him on ice!"