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Last time on Deep Space Nine...

Bashir to Infirmary. Medical
emergency on the Promenade.

I find it odd that a conduit
running behind Garak's shop

should just happen to overload.

Why would the Romulans want
to destroy the Flaxian's ship?

One possibility is that the Romulans
hired the Flaxian to kill Garak

and then killed the Flaxian
when he failed in his mission.

Do you know why the Romulans
might hire someone to kill you?

I have no idea.

You are investigating

a very insignificant piece
of a much larger puzzle.

What do you mean?

There's been a great deal

of unusual Romulan activity
these past weeks.

You dragged me
into this investigation,

and you are now going
to cooperate with me!

"Dragged you in"?

I don't know what
you're talking...

You blew up
your own shop, Garak!

It's a Romulan warbird.

In Cardassian space?

You're going to attack
the Dominion, aren't you?

You're going to stage
a first strike against them

before they can come
into the Alpha Quadrant.

I'm asking you to serve
Cardassia again, by my side.

Garak, this is the man
who put you into exile.

This is the man
who just two days ago

tried to have you killed.

Yes, he is...

but it doesn't matter.

I am back.

And now, the conclusion.

I mean, if you
ask me modern theater

has been on the decline
since the late 23rd century.

I mean, just look at the plays
to have come out of Earth

in the last 50 years,
and compare them

to the works of Willemheld
or Barton or Chow-yun.

Yes, yes! Modern playwrights
have become obsessed

with writing human interpretations
of alien theatrical works

while ignoring completely our
own unique cultural heritage.

In the hopes of...

Chief?

- Are you listening to me?
- What?

I thought so.

Oh.

Oh, I-I heard
every word you said.

And what do you think?

About what?

Any of it.

I...

don't know.

Look, what do you
want me to say?

Say you agree,
or say you disagree.

Say you hate theater.
Just say something.

Look, Julian, you said
you wanted to have lunch.

Well, we're having lunch.

Yes! But I was hoping
for a little more conversation

with my plomeek soup.

Ah, my mother taught me

if you try to combine
talking and eating,

you'll end up doing neither
very well.

Well, I suppose Garak taught me
to think of lunch

as a sort of arena
for philosophical debate.

I take it there's still no word
about Garak and Odo?

The Starship Portland
and a Cardassian cruiser

are still searching the Algira
sector for the runabout.

Well, that's not
entirely bad news.

If the runabout
had been destroyed,

they would have found
debris by now or something to...

Kira to O'Brien.

Go ahead, Major.

Report to Ops, Chief.

There's something here we'd
like you to take a look at.

On my way.

About ten minutes ago our
sensors picked up high concentrations

of tetryon particles
moving toward the station.

I've never seen readings
like these. What do you think?

Subspace energy fluctuations?

Quantum fractures in
the electrodynamic field?

EM spikes across the
spectrum? You've got me.

Whatever it is,
it's getting closer.

And larger.
The tetryon concentrations

have increased ten percent
in the last 30 seconds.

There's an energy surge,
bearing 210 mark 315.

A ship is de-cloaking.

It's a Romulan warbird.

Romulans?

- Open a channel...
- Another warbird

is de-cloaking at 010...

No, it's a Cardassian ship.

A Cardassian ship
with a cloaking device?

Definitely Cardassian,
Keldon-class.

Benjamin, there's an entire
fleet de-cloaking out there.

Red Alert! All hands
to battle stations.

Shields up!
Stand by weapons.

Try to hail them, Lieutenant.

Their weapons are charged, but
they haven't locked on to us yet.

Lead ship's headed for
the wormhole, Commander.

No response to our hails.

The fleet's following
the lead ship.

They're headed for
the Gamma Quadrant.

Lieutenant, open a priority
channel to Starfleet Command now.

You should have seen the look
on Legate Porania's face

when I told him I was going
into retirement three years ago.

He was literally speechless --
a rare event.

I remember wanting to invent
charges of treason against him

just so I wouldn't have
to hear his voice again.

And you would have, too,
if I hadn't held you back.

You had quite a vicious
streak in those days.

Oh, I learned... from the best.

No, no, you had a gift.

I never met anyone else who
relished a good interrogation

as much as you did.

Do you remember getting that
confession out of Dr. Parmak?

I never even touched him.

That was the beauty of it.

You just sat there for, what?

- Three hours?
- Four!

And after four hours of watching
you stare at him, he confessed.

I was good, wasn't I?

You were brilliant.

Afterwards, he just kept saying,

"His eyes... his eyes."

I've missed you, Elim.

Things just haven't been
the same since you left.

I've missed you, too, Enabran.

We're both getting
sentimental in our old age.

- Hmm.
- Next thing you know,

we'll be crying
over our lost youth.

So, whatever happened
to Dr. Parmak?

He spent three years
in a labor camp,

then returned
to Cardassia Prime.

I think he's practicing
medicine again.

When we get back,
you should look him up.

Oh, there are a number of people I
intend to look up when we get back.

For instance,

do you remember
a Gul named Dukat?

Dukat?

Oh, yes, the business
with the arms merchants.

Mm-hmm.

I take it you'd like to
have him eliminated.

The thought had crossed my mind.

When this mission is completed,

you'll be in a position to
eliminate anyone you want.

I'll make up a list
and give it to Mila.

Perhaps you'd better
give it to me personally.

Mila may not be
around much longer.

She knows a great deal about me,
too much for her own good.

Well, still, it would be
a shame to have her killed.

She's proven that she can be
trusted on numerous occasions,

and you'd be hard put
to find a better housekeeper.

Is this a request I hear?

Not at all.
Just an observation.

No reason to pretend, Garak.
You're fond of Mila.

You don't want her hurt, right?

If you're looking for an excuse to
spare the life of your own housekeeper,

you don't need me
to provide you with one.

You can do it out
of the kindness of your heart.

Mila always believed you were
innocent of betraying Cardassia...

and me.

I was.

Of course.

No wonder the Romulans
can't conquer the galaxy.

No one can stomach
their cuisine.

Ah, Colonel Lovok.

Allow me to introduce
my associate, Elim Garak.

And what is his role to be
in this operation?

He will do whatever
I require of him.

Elim is a cherished
colleague of long standing.

He will not enter the Bridge

or any other secured space
aboard this ship unescorted.

If you do so,
you will be killed.

Direct, isn't he?

I'm afraid the Colonel
believes in wasting little time

on pleasantries
or idle conversation.

The fleet is re-cloaked
and is about to set course

for the Founders' homeworld
at warp six.

Warp six?

That's a bit slow, isn't it?

Something wrong
with your engines?

If we travel any faster,

our warp signatures may be
detected by the Jem'Hadar,

even through
the cloaking devices.

Very clever.

The changeling is
in quarters on C deck.

There are force fields
in place to prevent his escape.

Good. Which brings us to
your first assignment, Garak.

I want you to explain to Odo

that it would be in
everyone's best interest --

especially his --

if he were to provide us with all
the information he has on his people.

Now, that might prove difficult.
He can be quite stubborn.

Then you'll have to find
a way of convincing him.

Well, Odo,

I trust the accommodations
meet with your approval.

Well, you have to admit it's
certainly better than a prison cell.

There are force fields
around the bulkheads

and a guard outside the door.

Feels like a prison cell to me.

I see your point.

And believe me, if it were
my decision, things would...

I don't believe you, Garak,
and I doubt I'll believe

much of what you have
to say from now on.

So save us both some trouble
and leave me alone.

Why, Constable, you seem
positively disappointed in me.

Well, I suppose
it's understandable.

After all, I did pledge
my undying devotion

and eternal allegiance
to both you and the Federation.

And you and I have been
through so much together --

shared many experiences --

and I know you considered
me a close friend.

No wonder you feel betrayed.

You're wasting your time, Garak.

I don't care about
the rationalizations

you come up with
to justify your actions.

To justify?

I don't need to
justify anything to you.

Living on Deep Space 9
has made you a little rusty.

Your lies are becoming
more transparent.

You should be careful.

You don't want Tain to know that you're
feeling guilty about what you've done.

You are imaginative,
Constable, I'll grant you that,

but I would suggest that you put
those creative powers to better use.

We would like you to share your
unique insights on the Founders.

Would you?

We would be grateful --
most grateful --

for any information
you could provide.

And if I refuse?

Oh, really, Odo.

You really must stop reading

those human crime novels
Chief O'Brien gives you.

It's poisoning your thinking.

I'm not here to threaten you.
I just want to talk.

I don't feel like talking.

Surely, you can see that we
share a common enemy --

the Founders.

By cooperating,

you'll be helping
us provide security

for the entire Alpha Quadrant.

The only common enemy you
and I share is Enabran Tain.

The difference between you
and I is that you don't know it.

I suggest that you think over
what I've said, Constable.

Funny, I was about to make
the same suggestion.

Since the Jem'Hadar are
genetically addicted to a drug

that only the Founders
can provide,

we expect the Jem'Hadar
to weaken and die

once their supplies
of the drug run out.

A matter of days,
by our estimates.

However, that will give them
enough time to stage

some kind of counterattack
against the Alpha Quadrant.

So I suggest you place
the Cardassian fleet on alert.

I take this action not in
defiance of the Cardassian state,

but in defense of it.

You in the Central Command

have neglected
the security of our people

and allowed peace with Bajor
and the Federation

to blind you to the real threat,
the Dominion.

I intend to remove that threat.

Let history be my judge.

That message was intercepted by
a Federation outpost earlier today.

A similar message was sent
to the Romulan Senate.

Now both governments are denying

any prior knowledge
of Tain's plans

and calling this
a rogue operation.

Are they going to do
anything to stop Tain?

Both the Romulans
and the Cardassians

claim to be studying ways
to stop Tain.

But we believe
that they'll just sit back

and wait to see
if he succeeds or not.

But, sir, that could
plunge Romulus

and Cardassia into war
with the Dominion.

Only if he fails, Lieutenant.

His plan looks like it's got
a fair chance of success.

He's commanding
a fleet of 20 ships

manned by combat veterans.

They know the location
of the Founders' homeworld

and they've modified
their cloaks

so the Jem'Hadar
can't detect their approach.

It sounds like you're hoping
Tain will succeed.

I never hope for war, Major.

But if it comes,

I'd rather see the Dominion
on the losing side.

However, we have to plan
for the worst.

Ben, I want you to evacuate DS9
of all non-essential personnel

and put the Defiant
on standby alert.

Even if Tain succeeds,

the Jem'Hadar are
going to come screaming

out of the wormhole
looking for revenge,

and they may not be too
particular who their targets are.

Admiral, we believe
Security Chief Odo

is aboard one
of the Romulan ships.

Odo's message said the runabout
had been caught in a tractor beam.

That suggests he was captured

and taken aboard
one of their ships.

I'd like permission
to take the Defiant

into the Gamma Quadrant

and try to determine
if he's still alive.

I'm sorry about your officer,

but there's nothing we can do.

I want the Defiant
guarding Bajor.

That's your top priority.

Toddman out.

Commander Eddington,

am I correct in assuming
Starfleet is planning to send

substantial reinforcements
to this sector?

Yes, sir.
A task force of nine starships

is due to arrive tomorrow.

Nine starships.

I want the Defiant
prepared to leave

for the Gamma Quadrant
in two hours.

Sir, Admiral Toddman's orders
were quite clear on...

I am not going to just
abandon one of my officers.

Toddman's concerned
about the defense of Bajor,

and so am I.

If we detect
a Jem'Hadar strike force

heading for the Alpha Quadrant,

we'll use the communications
relay to warn DS9.

And we'll do everything we can to stop
them before they reach the wormhole.

I consider this
a volunteer mission,

but don't volunteer yet.

There's a good chance you won't
be coming back from this mission.

And even if you do,

you'll probably be facing
a general court-martial.

If you do decide to go,

be aboard the Defiant
at 1530 hours.

Dismissed.

All stations report.

Tactical ready.

Warp and
impulse engines on line.

- Cloaking device standing by.
- Helm ready.

Security detachment is aboard

and phaser rifles have been
issued to every fire team.

Release docking clamps.

Commander, there's an incoming

priority message
from Starfleet Command.

It's Admiral Toddman.

He's repeating his order
not to enter the Gamma Quadrant.

That's what you think it says.

How can you be sure

when a transmission is as
badly garbled as that one?

You're right.

There's an awful lot of subspace
interference on this channel.

Must be an ion storm
or something.

Must be.

Aft thrusters, back one-quarter.

Port and starboard
at station keeping.

The cloaking device is operating
within normal parameters.

Set course for
the Founders' homeworld.

Warp eight.

We know that
the Founders' planet lies

at approximately these coordinates
within the Omarion Nebula.

As you can see, there are
no Jem'Hadar bases nearby.

This means that
even if the Founders

did send out a distress call,

it would take at least seven
hours for any help to arrive.

Our plan is to wait until we've
entered orbit of the Founders' planet,

then de-cloak and begin
massive bombardment.

Computer analysis
indicates that the planet's

crust will be destroyed
within one hour,

and the mantle within five.

Well, that should more than
take care of the Founders.

Yes, it should.

Unless they have some planetary
defenses we don't know about.

There is one person here who
might answer that question --

Mr. Odo.

Anything he knows about
the Founders and their planet

was undoubtedly included
in his report to Starfleet.

The Constable is remarkably
thorough in these matters.

There was a time when you were
eager to begin an interrogation, Elim.

In fact, I remember having
to restrain your enthusiasm

on several occasions.

Well, then you should also
remember the pride I took in my work.

I don't think that interrogating
someone who can alter their form at will

is likely to provide either
amusement or information.

I wouldn't worry about Mr. Odo's
shape-shifting, if I were you.

The Obsidian Order
has developed a device

which should prove quite
effective in neutralizing him.

I was not informed
about this device.

It's only a prototype.

We've never had
a chance to test it...

until now.

Perhaps the Tal Shiar
should take over

the interrogation
of the changeling.

- No.
- It's all right, Garak.

It's my fault.

I should have known
you'd develop feelings

for these people you've been
living with for the past few years.

But I just never expected
that you would become friends

with someone who worked
for the Bajorans.

This has nothing to do with
my friends or my feelings.

I simply don't believe he has
the information you want.

Possibly.
Colonel Lovok will find out.

No.

I brought Odo here.

He's my prisoner
and my responsibility.

- You don't have to do this.
- Yes, I do.

And I think we both know that
you won't trust me until I do.

All right.

I look forward
to hearing your results.

Commander,

I'm reading some kind of power
fluctuation in the cloaking device.

- What kind of fluctuation?
- I don't know.

I can't locate the source
of the problem,

but it is getting worse.

We're de-cloaking.

All stop. Full scan,
Lieutenant.

Are there any other
ships in the area?

No, nothing in sensor range.

Commander, if the Jem'Hadar
show up while we're de-cloaked...

We'll have to fight
our way out of here.

Everything looks fine.

The power converters
are on line.

The projection matrix
looks normal.

The cloaking device
should be working.

Maybe there's some kind
of spatial anomaly nearby

that's interfering with the
cloak's power systems.

This isn't the result
of a spatial anomaly, Major.

The tetryon compositor on the
cloaking device has been sabotaged.

How do you know that?

Because I sabotaged it.

Why?

I was under orders
from Admiral Toddman

to stop you from pursuing
the Romulan/Cardassian fleet.

You've turned us into
sitting ducks for the Jem'Hadar!

But we can still
defend ourselves.

I didn't damage any of the ship's
weapon systems or the engines.

But, without the cloak,
we'll have to return to DS9.

I'm sorry, Commander.
I didn't want to do this.

Odo's my friend, too, but I
report directly to Admiral Toddman

and he gave me an explicit
order. I couldn't disobey it.

I don't suppose you could.

Chief...

now that we know that the
problem is in the tetryon compositor,

how long until you can fix it?

- About ten hours.
- You've got two.

On your way.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to
confine you to quarters, Mr. Eddington.

Sir, if we run
into the Jem'Hadar,

you're still going to need
a Chief Security Officer.

What makes you think
we'll trust you again?

Because I give you my word.

I make it a policy to
never question the word

of anyone who wears
that uniform.

Don't make me
change that policy.

Man your station, Commander.

But... I'd stay out of the
Chief's way if I were you.

I realize it must be nearly time
for you to return to your liquid state,

so I thought I'd bring you
something to relax in.

How kind.

But before you go for a swim,

I have a few questions
I'd like to ask you.

I have nothing to say.

Well, I had hoped
a few hours alone

might jog your memory,
but I can see

I'm going to have to take
some steps I'd hoped to avoid.

Oh, no, you're going to
torture me, aren't you?

How I've been dreading this.

Please, have mercy, Garak.

You do have a certain
flair for sarcasm.

It's one of the things
I like about you.

You can go now.

I'd bring those guards
back, if I were you.

I'm not in a very good mood.

Yes, under normal circumstances,

you would pose quite
a threat to me.

You could turn yourself into,
uh, a Vicarian razorback

or stretch out your arms and
strangle me from across the room.

But not this time.

Oh, and why is that?

Because this device is emitting
a quantum stasis field

designed to prevent any changeling
from altering his biomolecular structure.

Yes.

It must be
very disconcerting for you

to be locked into a humanoid
form, especially now.

I'm sure you were looking forward
to returning to your liquid state.

Tell me...

what will happen if you
can't revert to a liquid?

- I don't know.
- An honest answer.

But it's probably safe to say
that it won't be pleasant.

Garak, this is pointless.

There's nothing I can tell you about
the Founders that you don't already know.

I wish I could believe that.

Then why don't you?

Because you and I are so alike.

We both value our privacy,
our secrets.

That's why I know there's something
about the Founders you haven't told anyone.

Something you didn't even share

with Starfleet and
Commander Sisko, hmm?

But you are going
to tell me, Odo.

There's nothing to tell!

Well, perhaps something
will come to you.

I can wait.

The question is...

can you?

Major...

leave the Chief alone.

What makes you think
I'm going to see O'Brien?

All right, it's
been three hours.

I just wanted to see
if he needed some help.

If he needed help,
he would ask for it.

For now, the best thing we
can do is to stay out of his way.

What's the matter, Garak?

You don't look very happy.

Aren't you enjoying yourself?

There is no pleasure
in this for me, Constable.

I assure you.
I am simply doing my job.

Your job?

Yes!

This job you've been
waiting for...

all... all these years of exile.

And here you are,
interrogating a prisoner again.

It must fill you with pride.

Odo, just tell me what I need
to know, and this will end.

But... but... but you don't
want it to end, do you, Garak?

Isn't this what you've
been dreaming of?

Back at work...

serving Cardassia.

That's right.

And you have information
that I need,

information that it's my duty
to extract from you.

It's not personal.

Odo, talk to me!

Tell me something!

Anything.

Lie if you have to,
but say it now, please.

Home! I want to go home!

And you will, I promise.

As soon as this is all over,

I promise I'll take you back
to Deep Space 9.

No! Not the station.

Home with my people.

- The Founders?
- Yes.

- You want to return to the Founders?
- Yes.

I thought you turned
your back on them.

I did, but they're
still my people.

I tried to deny it.

I tried to forget.

But I can't.

They're my people,

and I want to be with
them in the Great Link.

I knew there was something
secret you were holding back.

And now you've found it.

I hope it's useful.

Repairs are complete, sir.

The cloaking device is on line.

A souvenir of your handiwork.

Engage cloak.

The cloak is operating normally.

Resume course
to the Founders' planet.

Maximum warp.

Did you get anything
out of him at all?

Nothing.
He never broke.

Well, that's unfortunate.

I see no further use for
Mr. Odo. Terminate him.

On the other hand, he is a
member of the Bajoran Militia

and an officer on Deep Space 9.

We may not wish to provoke
the Federation by killing him.

I agree with Garak.

- Do you?
- Yes.

There's no way to be certain
that all of the Founders will be

on the planet when we attack.

We should be prepared to encounter
other changelings in the future.

And we could use more
information on their capabilities.

I want to take Odo back to
Romulus for further study.

All right, in the interest
of cooperation.

Bridge to Colonel Lovok.

This is Lovok.

We have entered the Omarion
Nebula and dropped out of warp.

We should be in orbit of
the planet in 15 minutes.

Acknowledged.

Well, it seems the moment
is nearly at hand.

Gentlemen.

Can I do something
for you, Colonel?

Why were you trying to
protect the changeling?

I wasn't trying to protect him.

And as I recall, you thought
it was a good idea

to keep him alive as well.

My interest in the
changeling is based on

what I believe to be the strategic
interests of the Romulan Empire.

But you... you seem to have
a personal interest in him.

Well, tell me,
what else am I feeling?

I've never been psychoanalyzed
by a Romulan before.

This is a fascinating
experience.

You are a practiced
liar, Mr. Garak,

but I am a practiced observer.

And I can assure you,

I am going to be
observing you very closely.

We are within disruptor range.

Scan the planet for life-signs.

Sensors show multiple
life-forms on the surface.

They appear to be
in a liquid state.

The Founders.

Signal the fleet to charge
weapons and lock on to their targets.

We will open fire the
moment we drop our cloaks.

All ships report ready,
all weapons charged.

So much for the Dominion.

Open fire.

The first barrage is complete.

Effect?

30 percent of the planetary
crust destroyed on opening volley.

No change in life-form readings.

What?
That's impossible.

Some of them had to be killed.

Our sensor readings have been
confirmed by three other warbirds.

There's no change in the
number of life-signs on the surface.

They're using
an automated transponder

to send back
false sensor readings.

The planet's deserted!

Colonel, signal the fleet...

Colonel, there are ships
coming out of the nebula.

- What type of ships?
- Jem'Hadar fighters.

How many?

I asked you a question!

One hundred fifty.

Tactical display on screen.

It's a trap.

They've been waiting
for us all along.

The Cardassian Cruiser
Koranak has been destroyed.

Romulan Warbirds Makar
and Belak have lost main power.

Bring us about to 318 mark 215.

Concentrate fire on ships
attacking on the port quarter.

The Jem'Hadar will destroy
every ship if we stay!

Our only hope is to return
to the Alpha Quadrant!

There's no way
out of here, Garak.

The Jem'Hadar have cut us off.

We need to consolidate the fleet
and make our stand here.

How could this be?
What could have happened?

I'm afraid the fault, dear Tain,

is not in our stars
but in ourselves.

What?!

Something I learned
from Dr. Bashir.

Main power's out.
Switching to emergency backups.

Bridge to Engineering.
We need power to the weapons.

Bridge to Engineering, respond!

I'll be in Engineering.

Tain, take command
of the Bridge.

Four more Jem'Hadar vessels
closing on our position.

I take it the attack
on the Founders

is not proceeding
according to plan.

No, it's not, but I suggest
we make our way to the runabout.

For once, Garak,
I agree with you.

You'll need this in order to
gain access to your runabout.

Why are you doing this?

Because no changeling
has ever harmed another.

You are one of the Founders?

Of course.

This whole plan was the
Founders' idea in the first place.

You wanted the Tal Shiar
and the Obsidian Order

to combine forces and come
into the Gamma Quadrant

so you could wipe them out.

Not exactly --
Tain originated the plan,

and when we learned of it, we did
everything we could to carry it forward.

The Tal Shiar
and the Obsidian Order

are both ruthless,
efficient organizations.

A definite threat to us.

But not after today.

After today,
the only real threat to us

from the Alpha Quadrant are
the Klingons and the Federation.

And I doubt that either of them
will be a threat for much longer.

It is not too late for you, Odo.

Come with me.

You can still become one
with the Great Link, if you wish.

Thank you.

But my answer is still no.

Come on! I don't think
we have much time.

The runabout is that way.
Two decks down, section 25.

- Wait for me there.
- Where are you going?

- To the Bridge, to get Tain.
- What?

I know it's difficult for you
to understand, Constable,

but I still owe him
a personal debt

and I have to try to repay it.

Wait for us as long as you can.

Tain! We have to go!

There must have been
an informant.

That's the only explanation.

Yes, there was an informant.
You're right.

- Colonel Lovok is a changeling.
- Lovok?

Yes, but that's something
we can discuss at another time.

Right now, we have to...

It appears I have
underestimated the Founders.

I should have seen it coming.

There was a time
when nothing got past me.

You remember, don't you, Elim?

Yes, I do!
But now we have to go!

Go where? Back to Mila
and my quiet retirement?

I don't think so.
I must be getting old.

I let my pride
override my instinct.

Wouldn't have played it
that way in the old days.

In the old days, I would have
kept Lovok at arm's length.

He was too cagey, too smart.

I can't just leave you here!

I always did have
a soft spot for you, Garak.

Another of my flaws.

Enabran!

These Founders, Elim,
they're very good.

Next time, we should
be more careful.

You can be very persuasive
on occasion, Constable.

But in the future, I hope you'll
consider using gentler language.

I'll keep that in mind.

A Jem'Hadar ship
is following us.

Raise shields and
charge the weapons.

Aft shields down to 50 percent.

More speed would be advisable.

The warp drive is off-line.

Shields down to 30 percent!

Another Jem'Hadar ship is
approaching to starboard.

Hang on!

Shields down to 15 percent.

Main power is failing.
We're losing speed.

The shields are gone.

Odo, I hope that you will accept

my sincere apologies
for all this.

A little late, isn't it?

Nevertheless.

I may not agree
with what you did,

but I can certainly understand
your desire to return home.

Thank you.

What?

Three more coming in
off the port bow.

Fire on the lead ship, then
bring us back to the runabout.

Two life-signs on
the runabout, Commander.

Drop shields.
Bridge to Transporter Room.

- Beam them aboard, Chief.
- Aye, sir.

Four more Jem'Hadar ships
closing to starboard.

O'Brien to Bridge.
I've got them.

Raise shields.

Welcome back.

Thank you.

Oh, that looks painful.

It is, but it did save my life.

Shields at 80 percent.

Attack pattern Omega four.
Full impulse power.

Hold your fire until we're
within 500 meters.

We might get pretty singed
at that range.

Not as singed
as they're going to get.

Engage!

50,000 meters and closing.

2,000 meters.

- Five hundred.
- Fire!

The third Jem'Hadar ship
is still pursuing.

Aft torpedoes, fire!

Direct hit on
their port nacelle.

They're losing speed.

We're out
of their weapons range.

- Any other signs of pursuit?
- Negative.

The other fighters
are still concentrating

on the remaining Romulan
and Cardassian ships.

Let's not wait around for them
to change their minds.

Set course for the wormhole,
Lieutenant, warp eight.

It's good to see
you again, Constable.

Likewise, Major.

Course laid in.

Engage.

There is still no indication that
any Romulan or Cardassian vessel

survived the attack.

Sounds like Wolf 359
all over again.

I had the same thought.

You may be interested to know
I've decided not to file charges

against anyone
aboard the Defiant.

Thank you, sir.

But if you pull a stunt
like that again,

I'll court-martial you,
or I'll promote you.

Either way, you'll be
in a lot of trouble.

I'll keep that in mind, sir.

I just read the
report that you wrote

and I wanted to thank you.

Me? For what?

For not mentioning my
desire to return to my people.

I consider the entire
conversation as something...

best forgotten.

As do I.

Quark has expressed an interest

in renting this space if
you're not going to be using it.

Oh?

He mentioned something about
an Argelian massage facility.

Unfortunately, I don't think
Commander Sisko would approve

of such an interesting facility
on the Promenade.

I tend to agree.

But I do think he would
approve of a tailor's shop.

Do you know
what the sad part is, Odo?

I'm a very good tailor.

Garak...

I was thinking that you and I

should have breakfast
together sometime.

Why, Constable --

I thought you didn't eat.

I don't.