Stepping closer to the table, Navarre continued. "Being neither aligned with the Federation, or anyone else; we can traverse the inner edges of the neutral zone. The Klingon most likely wouldn't cross the zone for us, and Starfleet would not violate it due to treaty restrictions." "And to the Fringe regions?" "A region at the far edge of Klingon space and Federation." Navarre nodded his head slowly. "There is a place there that extends into all three regions. Vast and considered too dangerous to enter." "And how would that aid us if it's that dangerous?" The Commander then added for the first time. "You wanted to enlist me as a guide." Navarre stated firmly. "I know a safe route." "Just like that?" "Just like that." Navarre stared at them with a hard glare. "But your vessels are going to have to be prepared for where we will be going. Currently, you wouldn't last ten minutes." "And just what is this place you're going to lead us into?" Captain Cole was even more curious now. "A place better known as Hells Kitchen." "Oh," The Commander gasped aloud. "Shit."