Tatiana Azundris

I remember Spock was there. That is the only thing I know for certain. He was in bed with a Vulcan woman. He was complaining that the weapon, my choice, was too large. I had valued ferocity over concealment, the job of eliminating the mark over that of getting there undetected. I did not argue. I left, and procured a different weapon. I disguised myself and recorded our statement on a public communicator. I went to my lover. I do not remember who he was, but I do remember kissing him, telling him I loved him, surprising him with the substance that would knock him out and erase his memory. I remember taking the 'bracelets' off my upper arms where they had been resting for the last hour, learning my DNA. I remember leaving one on him, and the other on the small heap of items that could have incriminated me and that I left under his bed. The nanobots contained within would remove all traces of my DNA, then erase their own memory of my sequence. It would be impossible to find out later whether this was something somebody else did, or something he himself had done to throw the investigation off his track. Like it is impossible now to say for certain whether he ever was part of our cell, or just the fall guy. Even if he was part of our cell, can you really punish him for something he does not even remember?
I do not remember whether he ever knew about our plan. I do not remember loving him. I do not remember whether I ever did.
That is all I have to say.