Part 4: Not a Plan

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 Nyman could feel her heart race. "Intruder alert? That means they know he's on the ship."

 "That does seem likely," Suvok allowed.

 "And I'm the one who's stuck with him!" Nyman could feel the panic rising in her chest, an explosive, squirming tightness.

"I could take him with me to Engineering," Suvok offered, "Perhaps I could conceal him in a Jeffries tube."

"No. Like I said, I don't want to get you into trouble. Besides, someone might see him on the way to that Jeffries tube."

If Suvok had been human, he might have smiled. Being Vulcan, he only said, "As you wish," and looked at her with those darkly impenetrable eyes.

"Look, Suvok, if they ask you - " Nyman trailed off, leaving the question hanging, unfinished, between them.

"Vulcans do not lie," Suvok replied, firmly.

"But, Suvok -" Nyman pleaded.

"Viola." Suvok's voice was gentle, almost as gentle had been when he was reassuring Grax. "I have never observed you to take your obligations to the truth lightly. Why would you expect me to do so?"

"I guess I don't. But if anyone finds out about this, we're all -"

"We will all be subjected to the court-martial process," Suvok said calmly. "I am, however, confident that we are in no immediate danger. There is no reason for anyone to conclude that our guest is in this room. Our greater concern is this: we cannot hope to hide him permanently."

"No," Nyman frowned. She hadn't thought of that.

"For now, however, I believe you will be safe."

Viola nodded. The Vulcan turned and left the room.

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