M. Koril
Day 218

Victory.
I had some words with our captured Tal Shiar commander. She was tight-lipped as I got a few things off my chest, but she may have indicated that captives were indeed taken from the wreckage of the Jevonite. I have some very mixed feelings about this. Mostly, I feel ill. I wish that Starfleet would have allowed her execution right there, but they claimed that she had too many crimes to “answer” for. At least this is one less Tal Shiar leader in the wild. 
I formally requested to Starfleet that Tovan and I be released at the conclusion of this task force. Starfleet has reluctantly consented, stating that we were never, in fact, in custody at all, and merely victims of Federation hospitality.
Of course.
Tovan has not found any solid leads as to his sister’s whereabouts, and he is loathe as I am to return to Romulan space. This leaves us few options and much to consider.