TASHA YAR ran until she thought her lungs
would burst, and she still saw no sign of
the terrorist in black. He must have turned
off somewhere. They must have lost him.
She drew to a halt. Data paused, looking
back at her. "Tasha?"
"I have to rest,"
she panted. She put her hands on her knees
and bent over, feeling sick and dizzy.
Since leaving Commander Riker, they
hadn't had any luck. The peace officers had
spotted them and given chase, and it seemed
an alert had been raised. Everywhere they
went, they spotted uniformed men in riot
gear.
"This is not the place for
a rest," Data said.
She nodded. "I know. But there's
nothing I can do about it. I can't go any
farther!"
"This way, Tasha" Data said urgently grabbing her arm and pulling her up a narrow street.
Suddenly Data pulled her into a deeply
recessed doorway. "Shh!" he said.
Behind them, she heard footsteps entering
the alley. Bright lights swung up and down
the length. Great. We're trapped.
"I have bad news," he told her
in a soft voice.
"It can't get any worse!"
"This appears to be a dead
end."
"What!" She turned
and looked at him. "You've got to be
kidding! I thought you knew where you were
going!"
"It seemed the logical place
to run."
"Data...Can you force this
door open?"she asked.
"That would be an illegal
act," he said . "Federation code
44.1.6 clearly state..."
"Circumstances warrant it!
Open the door!"
"Very well." He gripped
the knob and turned it sharply.