All right, next item.
Item seven, warbird repair and maintenance.
Senator?
Repairs on our ships
have continually been delayed
in favor of Klingon and Federation vessels.
The Dividices
and the Genorex have been waiting almost three weeks
while more than a dozen Klingon ships
have been given first priority.
Well, I make up the repair schedule
according to my assessment
of which ships have the greatest need.
Odd that the Klingons seem to always have
the greatest need.
They are usually more damaged
because Klingon warships are relentless
in pressing home their attack.
"Reckless" would be another way of putting it.
The fight must be taken to the enemy.
We cannot win this war...
All right, we're not here to debate combat tactics.
Chief, how soon can you have those warbirds
into a docking bay?
Well, I suppose I could bring them in tomorrow.
But that would mean delaying
repairs to the Hornet and the Rotarran.
Somebody's going to have to explain
to General Martok why his flagship was bumped.
Worf, you just volunteered for that assignment.
This brings up the question of shore leave.
At the moment, we have the crews
from two Klingon ships on the station.
I'd rather not have that many Klingons and Romulans
on the Promenade at the same time.
We'll forgo shore leave until the Klingons depart.
Our soldiers are professionals.
They're here to fight
not to get drunk in Quark's.
- All right. - That's it for today then.
Same time next week?
Oh, sorry, Senator.
You'll be attending that conference
on Romulus, won't you?
Yes, but Subcommander Velal will be here in my place.
Fine. Have a safe trip.
Thank you.
Ah, yes.
Romulus...
how well I remember it.
You'll find the predominant color to be gray—
the buildings, the clothes, the people.
Did you know that the Romulan heart itself is gray?
It's true.
And altogether appropriate for such an unimaginative race.
I take it you didn't enjoy
your brief stint on Romulus.
You were... posing as a gardener, weren't you?
It was one of the few instances
where my cover was more enjoyable
than the actual assignment.
What was the assignment anyway?
I'm afraid I can't talk about that.
Back to the subject at hand.
What would your role be at this conference?
Well, I'll be giving a talk on Dominion biogenic weapons
chairing a seminar on ketracel-white
and attending a meeting on a proposal
to transfer 25 Federation hospital ships
over to Romulan control.
How dull.
Sorry to disappoint.
Admiral Ross and his staff
will be discussing the "exciting" military issues.
I see.
I-I trust that Starfleet Intelligence
will be sending someone along
to make good use of this opportunity.
What do you mean?
Well, isn't it obvious?
This is a golden opportunity
to gather intelligence on Romulan intentions
and military capabilities.
They're our allies, Garak.
And with any luck
this could be the beginning of an entirely new friendship
between our peoples.
The eternal optimist.
Guilty as charged.
How sad.
I must tell you, I'm disappointed
at hearing you mouth the usual platitudes
of peace and friendship
regarding an implacable foe like the Romulans.
But I live in hope that one day
you'll come to see this universe
for what it truly is
rather than what you'd wish it to be.
Well, I shall endeavor to become more cynical
with each passing day.
Look gift horses squarely in the mouth
and find clouds in every silver lining.
If only you meant it.
Lights.
Sloan.
Hello, Doctor.
It's good to see you.
I hope you're well rested.
Section 31 has an assignment for you.
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You're taking quite a risk.
I could have a security team here in 30 seconds.
I suspect
you'd be unable to communicate
with anyone outside of this room.
I could scream for help.
Possible
but uncharacteristic.
I mean, screaming for help—
that's... that's too undignified for you.
But don't let me stop you.
I enjoy being wrong.
What do you want?
I told you.
You have an assignment.
I don't work for you.
You passed the test.
You were accepted into the organization.
I didn't ask to be accepted.
You were nevertheless.
And now it's time to go to work.
I'm sure you're dying to know
what your mission is
but you won't give me the satisfaction
of admitting it.
So I'll just tell you.
Lucky me.
Section 31 is extremely interested
in this conference of yours.
However, the Tal Shiar
will be handling the security arrangements
so we'll have virtually no chance
of using any technical assets to gather intelligence.
As a result, we'll be forced to rely on organic assets...
like you.
Your mission is to gather data
about the Romulan leadership.
In essence, we want you
to take the pulse of their government.
No pun intended.
You want me to spy on an ally?
To evaluate an ally.
And a temporary ally at that.
Now, I say that, because when the war is over
the following will happen in short order—
the Dominion will be forced back to the Gamma Quadrant.
The Cardassian Empire
will be occupied.
The Klingon Empire will spend the next ten years recovering
from the war and won't pose a serious threat to anyone.
That leaves two powers to vie for control of the Quadrant—
the Federation and the Romulans.
This war isn't over
and you're already planning for the next.
Well put.
I hope your report is equally succinct.
How many times do I have to tell you, Sloan?
I don't work for you.
You will.
It's in your nature.
You are a man who loves secrets—
medical, personal, fictional.
And I am a man of secrets.
You want to know what I know
and the only way to do that
is to accept the assignment.
Whoa! Easy, Julian.
What's going on?
Odo's checked all the security logs.
There's no indication
of how Sloan got aboard or where he went.
I can't say I'm surprised.
From what we've seen of them
Section 31 is very meticulous in covering its tracks.
I had a conversation with Admiral Ross this afternoon.
He and I both agree that the Romulan conference
is too important to cancel.
What about me?
Starfleet Command has promised
to send the expert on Dominion biogenic weapons
and ketracel-white to the conference.
Since that's you, you go.
And we want you to carry out your assignment.
Make a few discreet observations on the Romulan leadership
and then wait for Sloan to contact you again.
Somehow, I don't think giving Sloan
any information is a good idea.
That was my instinct as well, but after talking to Ross
I think we might have an opportunity here
we can turn to our advantage.
Officially, Starfleet Command
has said that they are appalled at the very notion
that an organization like Section 31 might exist
and that they plan
to get to the bottom of this entire business.
And unofficially?
They have quietly pushed the investigation aside.
Which means either they don't take Section 31 seriously
or... someone at Starfleet Command is protecting them.
Either way, we now have a chance to get someone inside
and I think I want to take it.
So you want me to play along?
Pretend that I've decided to work for Sloan after all?
Exactly.
When he contacts you to find out
what you learned at the conference
make it seem like you've reluctantly come around
to his way of thinking.
Let him believe that he has seduced you
into helping him.
Well, that shouldn't be too difficult.
Sloan thinks I'm already so tempted
that I barely can see straight.
Well, listen, I better pack.
The Bellerophon leaves in three hours.
One more thing, Doctor.
Remember this isn't a game.
Section 31 is very dangerous.
If Sloan even suspects that you are really
working for us...
I understand.
Good hunting.
A glass of Romulan ale, Doctor?
Thank you, Senator.
The trading embargo has been officially lifted
if you were wondering.
It hadn't crossed my mind, actually.
To one of the many benefits of the alliance.
Need a medical team, sir?
No, thank you.
Don't tell me this is your first glass of Romulan ale.
Well, it was...
ille... illegal.
That never stopped most of your colleagues.
- I know— - I was probably
one of the few officers in the fleet
who didn't indulge occasionally.
Would you like something else?
No, no, I'll manage.
That's the spirit, sir. Never say die.
What an odd expression.
What does it mean?
It's a line from an old Earth poem.
Forgive me for interrupting.
I couldn't help overhearing
and etymology is one of my hobbies.
The, uh, phrase "never say die" is originally
from a 19th century poem
based on Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice.
Now, it's since passed into the vernacular
as a, as an exhortation never to give up
no matter the cost.
Interesting.
Wendell Greer, Assistant Director
UFP Department of Cartography.
It's a pleasure.
Admiral William Ross, Senator Cretak.
Admiral... Senator.
And Dr. Julian Bashir.
Ah, the physician from Deep Space 9.
I was hoping to meet you.
I have so many questions
about the Bajoran sector—
navigational anomalies, the transport patterns...
Could you spare a moment?
Unless I'm interrupting.
Not at all.
Try to play your cards
a little closer to your vest, Doctor.
You're lucky they didn't see
that look of shock on your face.
You managed to get yourself attached to this delegation.
Why do you need me?
All in due time.
Now you have a lot of work to do
before we arrive at Romulus.
There's a padd in your quarters— read it.
I'll join you at 2200.
Well, Mr. Greer certainly has his ducks in a row.
According to the Department of Cartography
he's been a low-level bureaucrat for almost 15 years.
Well, it doesn't surprise me
he has a solid cover story, sir.
But I think it's too dangerous
to allow him to participate
in the conference or even set foot on Romulus.
We don't know what he's up to.
On the other hand, if we move against him now
we lose any hope of penetrating Section 31.
His access at this conference will be limited
to a few low-level briefings and seminars.
It shouldn't be too hard keeping tabs on him.
If Sloan's here...
it suggests something more important
than a simple intelligence- gathering mission.
He's up to something
and it's imperative that we know what that something is.
We go forward.
Next.
Neral— formerly Proconsul
now Praetor of the Romulan Star Empire.
Neral's ascension to the top post
was confirmed by the Continuing Committee
a little over a year ago.
His immediate family was killed in a Klingon raid
approximately 25 years ago.
His interests include sociology and archaeology.
His favorite food is Delvan pudding
and his pet set'leth's name is... Pensho.
Very good.
Total recall is a useful attribute for an operative.
Koval— chairman of the Tal Shiar.
Section 31 believes that he was involved in the death
of Vice Admiral Fujisaki last year
but there's no proof.
The proof is buried
somewhere in Koval's personal database
which puts it out of our reach for now.
But believe me, Doctor, the Deputy Chief
of Starfleet Intelligence
doesn't just die of food poisoning.
I have to give him credit, though.
It was a textbook operation.
No sign of foul play
and certainly no sign of Romulan involvement.
It was very tidy.
Koval's political status?
Ambiguous.
He hasn't been elevated to the Continuing Committee
which is usually a given for the head of the Tal Shiar.
His nomination has probably been held up
because of his opposition to the Federation alliance
which is supported
by the majority on the Committee.
Which, in turn, opens the door for your friend, Senator Cretak.
She's an advocate of the alliance
and she's been lobbying for this open seat.
There is another rumor about Koval
which is not contained in his file.
We've heard he's ill— something called Tuvan Syndrome.
I'm familiar with it.
It's a neurological disease
which affects mainly Vulcans, Romulans and Rigelians.
It's degenerative, and incurable at present.
If Koval is ill, he'll try to hide it.
It's a weakness, and one that could hamper
his chances of being appointed to the Committee.
Is that what I'm here for? A diagnosis?
What's the matter, Sloan?
Doesn't Section 31 have its own doctors?
Our physicians weren't genetically enhanced.
They need equipment to make a diagnosis—
equipment that the Romulans won't permit at this conference.
I'm incapable of making a diagnosis
by simply looking at a man.
Oh, your genetically- enhanced friends
determined that Gul Damar killed a woman
just by watching him give a political speech.
I'm sure you can do better than that.
You're going to make a move against Koval, aren't you?
You're going to find a way to use his illness
to keep him off the Committee.
I suppose it would be naive of me to point out
that interfering in the internal affairs
of a sovereign power
is explicitly forbidden by the Federation Charter.
Without confirming or denying your speculation
I will say that if Koval comes to power
it'd be a disaster
for the Federation.
He'll argue for the Romulans
to abrogate the alliance
and negotiate a separate peace with the Dominion
and I don't think I need to tell you
what that would do to the course of the war.
You can't justify that by manipulating...
Let's make a deal, Doctor—
I'll spare you the ends- justify-the-means speech
and you spare me
the we-must-do- what's-right speech.
You and I are not going to see
eye to eye on this subject
so I suggest we stop discussing it.
This mission is reconnaissance.
We are not going to be called upon
to do anything other than that.
Now, why don't you get some rest?
We'll be in orbit of Romulus by 0600
and you will need to have your wits about you.
Here you are, sir.
Dr. Julian Bashir?
Yes.
I understand you were the officer
who first identified the biogenic weapon
known as the Quickening.
That's right—
on Boranis III, in the Gamma Quadrant.
I don't believe we've been introduced.
Koval.
Well, it's a pleasure to meet you.
Why?
Well, you've got me there.
It's just a simple form of expression, I suppose.
And like most human expressions
completely devoid of meaning.
Can the Dominion's Quickening virus be replicated?
We've had a little difficulty in, uh, recreating
the exact RNA sequence of the virus
which is why we've been unable to develop a vaccine.
However, there are alternate methods of making vaccines...
I'm not interested in the vaccine.
I'm interested in the virus.
Do you know how to introduce
the Quickening into a population?
Basically.
Good.
I look forward to hearing your lecture.
You're going to make a very fine operative, Doctor.
I beg your pardon?
The Chairman of the Tal Shiar
rarely speaks with anyone in public—
much less someone wearing that uniform.
Starfleet Intelligence
should recruit you immediately.
What makes you think
I'm not working for them already?
Somehow, it wouldn't surprise me
if half the people in this room
turned out to be operatives.
You are joking.
It may be impolitic to say this
but there are those who believe
the alliance is merely a...
momentary truce.
And are you one of them?
Well, I could ask you the same thing.
Well, in my case, it's a firm "no"
but you've answered my question—
with a question.
I try not to predict the future.
What about Chairman Koval?
You tell me.
You just spoke with him.
That's more than I've done in six months.
I take it you two don't get along.
We have different views.
Which are?
State secrets.
Naturally.
This is an adult female inhabitant of Boranis III.
The markings on the face are typical of a humanoid
who's been infected by the disease
but who has not yet entered the terminal stage.
In this next photograph
you can tell by the necrotic nature of the lesions
that the patient has, indeed, entered the terminal stage
of the disease.
This is also marked
by an increase in leukocyte production.
Thank you, Doctor.
Excellent.
Thank you.
Very enlightening.
You almost made it comprehensible.
Next time, I'll do the lecture
with hand puppets just for you.
Thank you very much.
I'm glad to see
you still have your sense of humor.
I trust you noticed who was sitting in the front row.
Yes. He came to see me this morning between sessions.
He wanted to know more about the Quickening—
specifically, if I knew how to replicate the virus
and how to introduce it into a population.
What did you think of his health?
Didn't you hear what I just said?
I heard you.
Koval wants to get his hands on the Quickening.
That's not news to me
that the head of the Tal Shiar
is interested in biogenic weapons.
Pull your head out of the sand and take a look around, Doctor.
These are not nice people we're dealing with here.
Now answer my question.
His eyelids were slightly displaced.
He had a noticeable weakness in the facial muscles—
probably the result
of a compromised neuromuscular function—
and his respiration was somewhat irregular.
Bottom line.
He may have Tuvan Syndrome.
But if he does, it's in the very early stages.
How long does he have?
If his case fits the profile
he will start experiencing a loss of motor skills
in ten to 15 years—
with a life expectancy in the 20 to 25-year range.
Are there instances in which the disease
accelerates without warning?
It happens, but in less than five percent of the cases.
Is there anything that could trigger the acceleration?
You know... I don't know what you're asking me.
Never mind.
Thank you, Doctor.
You've been very helpful.
This is unbelievable.
Let's put aside for the moment
that he's contemplating the murder
of a high-ranking official.
What in the hell makes him think
that the next head of the Tal Shiar
would be any better than Koval?
Well, Sloan's more concerned with who gets
the empty seat on the Continuing Committee.
He's hoping that Cretak gets that.
Well, I sort of agree with him there.
Cretak, for all her abrasiveness
is at least a patriot.
What makes her any different from Koval?
If you saw the reports from Starfleet Intelligence
that I see, you would never ask that question.
Koval would like nothing better
than to see the Romulan banner waving over Earth.
Believe me, Doctor, Chairman Koval is not someone
we want to see at the Praetor's right hand.
I'll have Sloan confined to his quarters immediately
but that may not solve our problem.
Sir?
Has it occurred to you
that you and Sloan may not be the only ones here
working for Section 31?
For all we know, he has a confederate
somewhere in the delegation.
Sloan did say that our mission
would be strictly reconnaissance—
that we wouldn't be called upon to do anything else.
That could suggest another operative—
someone whose mission isn't limited to reconnaissance.
If that's true, it could be anyone—
even a member of the Bellerophon crew.
Or a Romulan.
What?
Sir, I believe Sloan has an accomplice
here... on Romulus.
What makes you say that?
Two things.
First, Sloan has too much information
on the inner workings of their government—
too many insights into their
political process.
Second
Sloan's plan is to kill Koval
while making it appear to be
an accelerated case of Tuvan Syndrome.
Now, the only way to do that would be to expose Koval
to a short burst of nadion radiation.
The simplest plan would be to maneuver him near a phaser relay
and surreptitiously irradiate him.
Now, since I doubt very much
that Sloan is going to have the chance to do that
it stands to reason someone else is going to have to.
A Romulan?
Exactly.
Sir, Sloan may have already gotten things underway.
We have to warn them.
And how am I supposed to explain Section 31 to the Romulans?
All hell would break loose if they hear
that there's a rogue Federation agency running around
plotting assassinations.
It could bring the alliance down.
Besides, all we have is speculation
at this point. Admiral...
The answer is no.
After I have Sloan arrested
I'll break radio silence
and inform Starfleet Command of the situation.
Your orders are to sit tight
and do nothing until you hear from me.
Aye, sir.
I don't know.
Jepella said she went in to deliver a report
and found him slumped over his desk.
Do they have any idea what happened?
Dr. Frame said it looked like an aneurysm
but they're still running tests.
An aneurysm.
I saw the Admiral this morning.
He looked fine.
They say that's the way it happens.
Which Admiral are you talking about?
Uh, Admiral Ross, sir.
He collapsed at his desk.
Where is he?
Sick Bay.
Hey.
I can't trust anybody aboard the Bellerophon.
And I can't contact DS9.
For security reasons, there's been a communications blackout.
Senator, I have no one else to turn to.
I need your help.
To do what?
I have reason to believe
that Sloan has an accomplice within the Romulan government.
Someone who's going to help him carry out this assassination.
Koval has been saying there's a traitor in the Senate.
Someone working for Starfleet Intelligence.
Section 31 isn't part of Starfleet Intelligence.
They are Federation citizens working
to advance your interests.
That makes them your responsibility.
You're absolutely right.
That's why I'm doing everything I can to stop them.
I'm trying to convince Sloan
that Koval doesn't have Tuvan Syndrome
but he may have already asked his accomplice to proceed.
So if we want to be sure to stop this assassination
we have to find Sloan's Romulan accomplice.
And you expect me to find this traitor.
Sloan said something about Koval having a personal database.
It stands to reason
that it contains a list of potential suspects.
Now, is there any possible way
you can get me a copy of this database
so that I can run an analysis of...
You are asking me to hand over secret documents.
I'm asking you to put aside
three centuries of mistrust between our peoples
and help me stop a murder.
Senator, if we can't reach out
and bridge the gulf that is between us
if we can't trust each other, a man will die
and we will be partially responsible.
I need your help.
Please.
You wanted to see me, Doctor?
Yes.
I'm not convinced that Koval is suffering from Tuvan Syndrome.
His symptoms could be the result
of any number of different health problems.
You didn't say that before.
Well, I'm not an expert on Romulan physiology.
Most of my knowledge on Tuvan Syndrome
comes from studies done on Vulcan patients.
I thought Vulcans
and Romulans were virtually identical.
Yes, but there are
some important genetic differences.
And the more I study
the available data on Romulan physiology
the less sure I am that my diagnosis was correct.
How could you find out for sure?
The best way would be to do an examination
but I hardly think he'll agree to that.
What if you obtained a sample of his skin cells?
Could you run an analysis?
Probably.
But how do you propose...
We'll treat your palm with a microcellular adhesive.
The next time you shake his hand
you'll get your sample.
All right.
Mr. Chairman.
What a pleasure to see you again.
I'd be very happy to resume our discussion on the Quickening
before this conference is adjourned.
I believe you answered all my questions, Doctor.
Well, I'm glad to have been able to help.
Doctor, I would like to have
a word with you on another matter.
In private.
Of course.
I believe the Lecture Hall's empty.
We have other, more comfortable
facilities available, if you please.
Sit down.
I can assure you that you will be sitting in that chair
one way or the other, Doctor.
Now we'll have our private talk.
What shall we talk about?
Why you're really on Romulus.
Who you're working for, and, of course
who's helping you.
Don't worry...
I won't waste your time with pointless questions.
This can be painful or not.
That's up to you, Doctor.
Either way, I will know what you know.
It appears that your brain's neurocellular structure
is not susceptible to our scanning techniques.
Evidently a result of the genetic enhancements
made to your parietal cortex.
Sorry.
I do have other methods at my disposal
but it would save everyone a great deal of trouble
if you would simply tell me what I want to know.
You haven't asked me any questions yet.
I think you know what I'm interested in.
Who are you working for?
Why are you here?
Bring him.
Dr. Julian Bashir.
You are appearing before the Continuing Committee
of the Romulan people.
Any statements will be made part of the official record.
Senator Cretak is charged with attempting
to access a Tal Shiar database
without proper authorization.
The Senator has told
the Committee a remarkable story.
Since you are a key figure in her story
we are most eager
to hear your version of events.
What I am about to say may be shocking.
It may even damage the relations
between our two peoples
but it's the truth.
A few days ago, I became aware of a plot
to assassinate Chairman Koval.
It was conceived of by a man known to me
only as "Sloan."
He works for an organization called Section 31.
They see themselves as protecting the interests
of the Federation
although they have absolutely
no official standing.
Once I realized what Sloan was attempting to do
I contacted Senator Cretak
in order to enlist her aid in stopping him.
Why her?
I had no one else to turn to.
I was unable to contact Deep Space 9
and I couldn't trust anybody aboard the Bellerophon.
But you felt that you could trust a Romulan Senator?
Yes.
For all our differences
I do respect her.
Continue.
For reasons that are extremely complicated
I came to believe
that there's a traitor in your government
working for Section 31.
I asked the Senator to obtain the database
so that we could expose this person
and prevent the assassination.
Senator Cretak
why didn't you come to me
with this information?
I was afraid that if word of this... plot... got out
it would destroy the alliance.
I decided to keep my own counsel.
I regret that decision.
As well you should, Kimara.
It's an interesting story
but it's not the whole story.
If I may be permitted to bring in another witness?
Bring in prisoner 527.
Praetor
this is the man known as "Sloan."
Unlike the Doctor, his mind is
quite susceptible to our data-retrieval methods.
Under questioning, he has confirmed
much of what the Doctor and the Senator have told you
with one important exception—
there is no Section 31.
Sloan, in fact, works for Starfleet Intelligence.
Far from being the master of a rogue agency
he is simply one of many operatives
in the employ of the Federation.
He's had a long career.
Most of which is still unknown to us.
However, there is one interesting element
that we do know— he was the protégé
of the late Vice Admiral Fujisaki.
Sloan did not take the death of his mentor well.
He came to believe
he was murdered by the Tal Shiar.
In his eyes, the assassination
of a Starfleet Admiral was "stepping over the line."
Isn't that the phrase?
After Fujisaki's death, he was confronted with a dilemma.
How could he seek vengeance
without violating the Federation's laws?
His answer was to invent Section 31—
a rogue organization that answered to no one.
If they killed the head
of the Tal Shiar, Starfleet Intelligence
would be held blameless.
As the Committee knows
I have been diagnosed with Tuvan Syndrome.
Sloan became aware of my condition
and hoped to make my death
look like a sudden acceleration of the disease.
To do that, he needed a doctor.
Sloan arranged to recruit Dr. Bashir into Section 31.
After that, Sloan bided his time
and waited for an opportunity to present itself.
He found one when he learned of this conference.
He then arranged for Bashir to be invited.
Everything was going perfectly
but then he made a fatal mistake.
He decided to come to Romulus himself.
He was unaware that his identity
had become known to us.
Once we recognized him in the delegation
we knew immediately
that an intelligence operation was underway.
What I don't understand is... why.
Why did you come here and take the risk of being discovered?
I had to make sure nothing went wrong
and I wanted to watch you die...
You broke the cardinal rule of our profession.
You allowed business to become personal.
So there was an assassination plan?
Most definitely.
As to the involvement of the Doctor and the Senator
Dr. Bashir may have intended to kill me
or he may have intended to save me.
There is no way to know for certain.
As for Senator Cretak
we all know she's an ambitious woman.
It is entirely possible, she would
welcome my death, especially if it meant
her being elevated to the Continuing Committee
in my place.
That is a lie, Koval.
I was trying to save your life.
Well, then, you're
simply a fool.
You let a Starfleet Intelligence officer manipulate you
into committing an act of treason.
It is the finding
of this Committee that Senator Cretak has conspired
to commit treason against the state.
Sentence to be determined at a later date.
Dr. Bashir will be returned
to the Bellerophon.
Mr. Sloan...
is remanded to the custody of the Tal Shiar
for further interrogation.
No!
Come in.
Admiral.
Doctor.
Feeling, uh, better, sir?
Much.
Dr. Frame tells me that I should take it easy
for a few days, but, uh... paperwork
waits for no man.
What can I do for you?
I have a question.
Where's Sloan?
Sloan's dead.
Admiral... where's Sloan?
If we're going to have this discussion
then it's off the record.
But before I answer your question, answer mine.
How did you know?
The man Koval described was not the same man
who recruited me into Section 31.
Anyone clever enough to pull the wool
so completely over my eyes
wouldn't have been caught
by the Romulans so easily.
There had to be another explanation.
And then I remembered that you were the one
who planted the idea in my head
that Sloan had an accomplice.
You were the one who didn't want to tell the Romulans
that there was an assassination plot.
You were the one who issued the orders
preventing me from contacting Deep Space 9.
And when the time came to arrest Sloan
you conveniently had an aneurysm... leaving me alone
with no one to turn to for help, except Cretak
and as I realized your involvement
the rest began to fall into place.
Where is he?
I don't know.
But he's alive... isn't he?
He was supposed to be beamed away
a split second before the phaser beam hit him.
Whether it worked or not, I couldn't say.
How long has Koval
been working for Starfleet?
He's been providing the Federation
with critical military intelligence for over a year.
When he started working with Section 31, I don't know.
But in any case, we have our mole—
working for us
at the top levels of Romulan government.
Good for us.
And what about your friend, Senator Cretak?
What's going to happen to her?
Dismissed from the Senate...
definitely.
Imprisoned, most likely.
Executed?
I hope not.
You set her up!
She was an innocent woman and you let Sloan destroy her.
Why?
She believed in the alliance.
She was on our side.
No, she wasn't.
I told you before, Julian—
she's a patriot
which means, if it serves
the interests of the Romulans
to negotiate a separate peace with the Dominion
Cretak would push that option
and believe me, the Dominion would like nothing more
than to make a deal with the Romulans right now.
So Koval becomes your guarantee that that does not happen
and as a man who was nearly killed
for his anti-Federation activities
his recommendation to stay in the war
becomes all the more convincing.
That's the general idea.
And how long have you worked
for Section 31?
I don't.
Oh, just a temporary alliance, is it?
Something like that.
You don't see anything wrong with what happened, do you?
I don't like it
but I've spent the last year and a half of my life
ordering young men and young women to die.
I like that even less.
That's a glib answer
and a cheap way to avoid the fact
that you've trampled on the very thing
that those young men and women
are out there dying to protect!
Does that not mean anything to you?
Inter arma enim silent leges.
"In time of war, the law falls silent."
Cicero.
So is that what we have become—
a 24th-century Rome
driven by nothing other than the certainty
that Caesar can do no wrong?
This conversation never happened.
You're dismissed.
Good evening.
Are you expecting applause?
Have you come to take a bow?
I just wanted to say thank you.
For what?
Allowing you to manipulate me so completely?
For being a decent human being.
That's why we selected you in the first place, Doctor.
We needed somebody who wanted to play the game
but who'd only go so far.
When the time came, you stood your ground.
You did the right thing.
You reached out to an enemy.
You told her the truth.
You tried to stop a murder.
The Federation needs men like you, Doctor.
Men of conscience. Men of principle.
Men who can sleep at night.
You're also the reason
Section 31 exists.
Someone has to protect men like you
from a universe that doesn't share your sense
of right and wrong.
Should I feel sorry for you?
Should I be weeping
over the burden you're forced to carry
in order to protect the rest of us?
It is an honor to know you, Doctor.
Good night.
Bashir to Security.
Odo here.
Never mind.
My mistake.
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