B: What did they steal?

B: A tan zhekran. A traditional Romulan puzzle box. It was secured in a cloaked vault. The scientist it belonged to was long dead.

B: Any idea what was inside?

B: No.

R: Dr. Kovich, any context would only help our mission.

K: I'm not at liberty to share details. I'm sorry, Admiral. Mr. Booker, I'm told you might be able to point us in the right direction with all of these warp trails.

B: Well, my mind-reading skill's a little rusty, but if I were still in the game and scored something that everyone in Starfleet was after, definitely wouldn't take it anywhere in Federation territory. And 24th century, only a few fences would even look at haul from that far back. Q'mau. Dealer there loves the old stuff. Goes by the name of Fred.

S: Fred...

B: Just Fred.

R: Captain Burnham, Captain Rayner, set a course for Q'mau. Uh, take Mr. Booker with you since he's familliar with your contact there. Get in, get out, no noise.

B: Aye.

B: My mission or hers?

R: Why don't you try working together?

R: Should take an hour at warp. I'll meet you there. Don't start without me.

R: Good luck, Captain.

B: Mr. Saru? We've been on our share of clandestine missions, but this... Even Admiral Vance is out of the loop?

S: Ah, I noticed that as well.

B: A tan zhekran could contain anything, right? A weapon, a pathogen, but the databases won't tell me as much as the Romulan's name.

S: Well, perhaps someone with access to different databases may be able to assist? Someone no longer within Discovery's chain of command?