then?" asked the Drazi.
Sheridan shook his head. "I'm sorry, I'd rather not say. If I go into detail, that could backfire if it leaks out."
The Brakiri waved dismissively. "There is no plan!" he said in annoyance. "Just... more illusions! More promises!"
Sheridan took a step forward and looked squarely into the Brakiri's eye. "Name a promise," he said in a low and clearly angry voice, "that I have not kept."
The Brakiri's mouth opened for a moment and then closed as he looked to the others for some sort of comment or support. None was immediately forthcoming. There seemed to be a sort of group shrug.
"All right then," Sheridan said tightly. "And I will continue to keep my promises, and my word. Now if you'll excuse me, there are matters that require my immediate attention."
"But we have..."
"Other considerations, I know. And I'm quite certain that Ambassador Delenn," and he rested a hand on her shoulder, "will be more than happy to address them. Good day to you."
Delenn fired a look at him that fairly shouted, Oh, you are going to regret that little maneuver, John Sheridan. But she kept her mouth frozen in a smile as she said, "By all means, Captain. I will be happy to attend to the concerns of the League."
"I knew I could count on you," Sheridan said briskly, knowing full well that he had very likely bought himself a heaping helping of trouble for later on. But he was prepared to deal with only one crisis at a time. And at that moment, there was another brewing that he had to get to as quickly as possible...
Vir Cotto was not having a good day.
He sat in his quarters, peering bleary-eyed into the mirror and trying to figure out the identity of the ghastly looking individual who had usurped his reflection. His hair, to his horror, was somehow