They sat in the Primes quarters. The Doctor sat in silent terror, for she had seen that same expression on the beings face before; It had resulted in death. "Here we are." The Primes voice was low and even. "Girls night." She shifted tp one side in the chair, leaning on her arm. "Our food shall be arriving shortly." "And to what do we owe this occasion?" The dark haired assassin asked boldly. "Straight forward is a method of thinking that I appreciate." The Prime smiled, but the smile was cold. "A slight change of plans for the moment." "What happened on the bridge?" She was now curious. It seemed to her that the Prime had gotten a little rattled for a moment. "I have an assignment for the two of you." She went on as though a question had not been asked. "I want all available information on that ship and crew, Every detail." "And your plan is?" "Haven." The Prime leaned back slightly with a smile. "As an assassin, bounty hunter, trouble shooter; whatever you call yourself. I am certain you play various roles and skills." "Gets me where I need to be." She responded curiously. "And you have in your personal gear the means to forge credentials." She nodded slowly. "Yes." "You want me to escort the Doctor in and gain this information for you." She drew a deep breath. "You have control of my actions, but not hers. Suppose she gives us away. I am not prepared to die or be imprisoned for your aims." "If the good Doctor does not play her role well," The Prime paused and glanced towards the Doctor. "Accomplish the mission in your usual manner after you kill her."