The BortaS
"Right," says Tony, "let's go to the mattresses!" The Iotian idiom sounds odd in Klingonaase. He follows Zed's lead, Talja at his heels.
The team hurries for the two blocks along the road, a secondary artery and, as such, relatively straight. As they pause at a corner, Zed's brooch shows that Vaughn's signal comes from the left, the slow blinking of the gem indicating that they've decreased the mob's lead. Another block and the indicator shows her location in a squalid building on the right. The blinking now keeps time with Zed's trip-hammer pulse.
"Are they in this building?" asks Talja, a light sheen of sweat on her features. She is only lightly out of breath after running all out for the better half of a kilometre. She draws her levek, thumbing the built-in Phaser I into life.
Tony does likewise. "You spot any guards?" he mutters, a little more out-of-breath than Talja. Neither Zed nor Jon see any obvious guards. The street is dark and deserted, everyone having been attracted by the fire gong. The smell of woodsmoke wafts on the night breeze, carrrying a smell of roasting meat.