GARAK: I'm not sure... but... Suddenly a Jem'hadar shimmers into view and grabs Garak's combadge and Phaser. GARAK (Cont..d): Now I'm sure.
GARAK: Shut up. As I tried to explain to your men, my name is Kamar and I am a member of the Cardassian Intelligence Bureau -- what used to be known as the Obsidian Order. A week ago, while performing my duties in the glorious service of the Founders, I was captured by the USS Centaur. I was being held aboard one of their shuttles when we were forced to hide in this dark matter nebula by the unexpected appearance of a Dominion battleship. The shuttle was then hit by--
KEEVAN: Excuse me, Mister Kamar, if that's really your name, but if you're one of our allies, why were you wearing this? (A Starfleet comm. badge.)
KEEVAN: Don't be too hard on him, young man. He just saved your life. Take them to a secure area. Third, I have a mission for you. I want you to find the Starfleet unit. But do not engage them. Locate them, assess their strength, and then report back to me.
^ correction: REMATA'KLAN: I understand. KEEVAN: No, you don't. But that's all right. It's not important that you understand, only that you carry out my instructions precisely.
Deep Space NIne Office JAKE: I understand that a decision's been made to send four thousand Dominion Facilitators down to Bajor -- would you care to elaborate?
KIRA: It's only 400 and how did you hear about that? The official announcement isn't scheduled until tomorrow.
JAKE: For now. But what if he changes his mind? Don't you want to explain what's going on here to the outside world?
KIRA: Ever since the war started, Bajor's been completely cut off from all outside trade. We've had nowhere to turn for things like spare parts or medical supplies. Nowhere, except the Dominion. So a group of Facilitators is going to Bajor for a few months to provide some technical assistance.