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Old July 27 2011, 11:40 PM   #76
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"Curse that Bashir, anywaywhy did he have to be so suspiciousso stuck-up, so self-righteous" says the S31 agent.Geez, somebody got a twisted way of thinking. I thought self righteous, suspicions and stuck up was mandatory for S31 agents.

Nice chapter. Still going strong, mate. Sorry about the irregular reviews, but I'm on the road (or track) 99% of the time. And posting on my cell is a bloody pain. (Dont update to the newest firmware if you have an iPhone. Its buggy as hell. I miss my San Francisco... )
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Old July 27 2011, 11:54 PM   #77
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^Thanks, mate.

As for Cynthia...well, part of my purpose in creating her character was to provide a "new" face for 31--someone to contrast the hard-core, amoral-and-dark-and-dang-proud-of-it agents we're used to.

She was actually first created for another story of mine--a full-fledged Section 31 tale, which I'll publish soon. I won't spoil anything big--but suffice it to say that, in that one, she's just recently joined the Bureau, and her innocence and idealism comes to clash with the harsh reality of the cloak-and-dagger netherworld of 31.

As I was writing that, I eventually thought, "Given how different she is from all the 'others'...what would it be like for her to encounter Bashir...and possibly have them fall into a romance of a sort?" Her being who she is--a nice, sweet, vulnerable (remember their scene in the restaurant?) and dare I say it, sexy young lady who is not stuck up or arrogant (frankly, a good, one might say honest girl)--would thus force him to--

Wait...I'm not at that point in the story, yet. Stay tuned.
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Wait...I'm not at that point in the story, yet. Stay tuned.
Oh trust me, I will. Just subscribed with email notifications.
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Old July 28 2011, 12:46 AM   #79
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^And now...


Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
"From Risa With Love"
Chapter 13



Julian Bashir woke up with a headacheand the realization that he was bound and gagged.

The next thing he noticed was the tricorder lying right in front of himopen. The signal was still onbut she wasnt in her rooms, anymore.

He edged himself closer, to get a better look. He recognized the coordinates.

Shes at the Palaisor whats left of it.

And he knew why. And a feeling of guilt swelled up inside him.

They captured herand they used my homing device to find her, and the machine.

What was it she said? Your interfering is only going to make it worse, Doctorfor both of us. Thisshow of yoursmakes it clear to me that youll stop at nothing to regain control of a situation. I cant and wont allow that toinconvenience memore than it already has.

And nowI gave them the lead they needed. And as if to add insult to injury, they left for me exactly what I need to follow them. Theyre taunting me to try and rescue her, and the device.

Which meant that, for whatever reasonprobably revengeCrolin and his underlings wanted both of them alive.

Well, let them have her, for all I care. Ive been through enough trouble already, havent I? Its not as if shes an innocent victim, after all

His heart tugged at this. Oh, really, Julian? Youre really going to leave her in their hands, and let them do Inora-knows-what to her? Havent you punished her enough, already?

Goodnesswhy did his conscience persist in speaking in Ezris voice, anyway?

Maybe you should listen, Doctor, his mind repliedonce again, in Sloans gruff, dry tones. Besidesyou said it yourself: you dont want the device to fall back into Syndicate handsdo you? Its your duty to the Federationand the innocent lives under your protection.

The frustration and angst at this internal conflict channeled itself into strengthand he focused it on his wrists, with all his might

The knot snapped. Bashir yanked off the gaga pillowcase, how quaintand went to work on the knot binding his ankles. By the time he freed himself, he knew full well what his decision was going to be.


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I like how Bashir's mind seems to turn everything - even important self-deliberation - into a form of fantasy. Or maybe that's too harsh a word. But he likes to craft everything, spin it into a narrative, into something more meaningful. He "plays" his conscience as Ezri and the harsh, manipulative yet practical understanding as Sloan...I guess without realizing what he's doing. And I loved the "how quaint" note on the pillowcase...even when being completely serious he's still playing with his narrative. It's a really interesting mix of genuine dilemna/tension and a strange, almost calculating ease with his situation. Very Bashir. I really think you have a good take on how a genetically augmented, somewhat childish but formidable intellect might work. t really does seem like Bashir - I can so easily picture the character when you write him.
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Old July 28 2011, 05:53 PM   #81
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^Thank you, Nasat--very much!

I'd say you're spot on, too, on Bashir spinning his inner conflict.

I think, seeing as how the first three months of his relationship with Ezri--the time span before Avatar--Ezri kind of was a conscience for him, as I showed in "Annihilation Fantasies", when she helped him sort out what had happened in "Extreme Measures".

As for Sloan--I suppose I've always liked the little undercurrent I felt in the last scene in "Inter Arma...", and the "family" scene in "Extreme Measures" where Sloan "thanks" Bashir. By that I mean...behind the bravado and conflicts between them--there was a kind of connection between them. Sloan understood Bashir--which was how he'd been able to manipulate him. And Bashir understands Sloan...in some sense. I can't seem to shake the idea that, somehow...there was a time when Sloan wasn't that much different from Julian--but something tragic happened, to change him into the harsh, pragmatic cynic we see in DS9 (see my "Passing Of Value").

In a sense...Sloan is almost a "dark side" to Bashir--and he represents the darker elements of Bashir's soul. Frankly, I'd say the moment near the end of Abyss (when the "Sloan Voice" asks, "So, Doctor...what did you learn?") supports this notion.
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Old July 29 2011, 02:40 AM   #82
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Now...back to Crolin, Crant--and Miss Holland.


Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
"From Risa With Love"
Chapter 14



The makeshift base of operations for the Orion Syndicate on Risa was now on the top level of the Palais de Mystre. Crolin looked up from the desk of his officefashioned out of one of the false roomsto see Mr. Crant arrive with two most welcome prizes.

The device, Crant announced, handing it to his superior.

Crolin took it, and looked it up and down with a smile. Wellnone the worse for wear. Perhaps this wasnt a complete lossin time, well be ready to try again.

Crants second prizethe girlsaid nothing, her lovely eyes blazing in contempt.

Now, Crolin grinned, Perhaps you should make yourself at home, Miss?

Her name is Cynthia Holland, Crant said, with a smile of his own.

Hollandyes. Crolin turned to his subordinate. Somay I ask how you located her?

Crant beamed. It just so happens, sir, that the good doctor injected Miss Gabrielle with a homing device. He could keep track of her on his tricorder.

Cynthia Holland stiffened, and looked as if she were fighting a look of astonishment.

Interesting Crolin chuckled. I take it he didnt tell you?

No more reaction from her.

Oh, well. Crolin turned back to Mr. Crant. What of the doctor?

Crants grin widened. Oh, I think hell be hereto rescue her. And when he doeswell, then he spread out his hands, Whatever strikes your fancy.

Crolin nodded. Stillcan we ensure hell arrive?

Oh, Id say so. Remember, Crant chuckled, He did spend the whole of last night in her suite.

Crolin laughed. Of course. Turning to the girl, he added, Romance is a most curious thingwouldnt you agree, my dear?

The girl spat out a retort, in what was apparently her native tongue.

Oh, we have no intention of doing that, I assure you, Crant replied with a straight face.

Crolin raised an amused eyebrow at his underling. What did she say?

Crant shrugged. I doubt youd care to know.


* * *


Julian Bashir was unarmedthe Syndicate man, Mr. Crant, had apparently ensured that both his suite and Hollands would be cleared of phasers. As he approached the Palais, making sure to keep out of sight, he weighed his options. He didnt seem to have that many.

He checked the tricorder. She was at the top level. There werent any other life signs. Againthey doubtless had personal cloaks of their own.

The vast majority of his men were probably claimed by the explosionbut theres no telling how many are left.

He let out a sigh. WellI suppose Id better take what I get.

He rushed to the secondary entrancethe same one, he noted, that he and Cynthia had entered through the night before.

He activated his cloak. It probably didnt matterthe buildings sensors were probably shorted out. Still, better safe than sorry.

As he entered the main lobby, which still had a giant gaping hole, he had one destination in minda stairway, any alternative to the elevator which was almost certainly damaged beyond use.

His gaze caught a hallway to the left of the receptionist desk. Careful to stay close to the wall, he inched his way over, his ears sharp for anything or anyone coming his way.

The hall was fairly short, with a few rooms on either side. At the moment, of course, Bashir was more concerned with the stairway at the far end. Keeping his earing tuned for the slightest sound, he removed his shoes, one hand in eachand rushed across the hall.

He peered up the stairway, as far as he could, his hearing still tuned. Nothing.

Either there arent that many of his men remainingor else theyre waiting for me.

Possibly both.

Still, it didnt matter whichhe had to finish what he began. And so, still carrying his shoes, he began the long flight upward.

* * *


He should be here quite soon, Mr. Crant said, looking towards the hallway.

Crolin nodded, and turned to the girl, who was secured to the chair of the office. He smiled, brushing her cheek with his hand, as he asked, Who are you, Miss Holland? Why are you so important to use an assumed name?

She said nothing.

Crolin chuckled. I must admitI was a little surprised that Starfleet would assign Dr. Bashir to such an investigation. Surely they would send an agent ofStarfleet Intelligence?

Nothing.

Are you his supervisor, then? His handler, if you will?

Nothing.

Fine, then. Say nothing. Still, Im amused that someone like you would be in charge of such a mission. Surely someone oldersomeone with more experience.

At this, she turned to him at last, a smile coming to her face. And what does that say about you?

Crolin laughed. Amusingbut pointless.

Is it? Someone like meand someone like the doctorwe were able to defeat you so easily?

Crant snorted. You forget, Miss Hollandwe now have all we need to begin again, in time. You havent defeated us.

Holland laughed, and leaned back in the seat, closing her eyes.

Let her be, Mr. Crant, said Crolin. In time, well properly compensate them both or their insolence.


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Checking in when I can while I'm on the road. Everything seems to have backfired disastrously. How will Julian get out of this mess???
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And now--out of the frying pan...


Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
"From Risa With Love"
Chapter 15



As Julian Bashir approached the top floor, he made sure to slow downfirst, to conserve energy; second, to conserve any noise he might unintentionally make.

Finally, reaching the entrance, he slipped his footwear back on, and pressed his ear to the door.

He could hearhe estimated two men nearby.

He straightened up, swallowing hard. Wellhere goes nothing.

He pressed the control on the doorand jerked to the side as it slid open, so the guards would see nothing but an empty stairway.

They had apparently frozen in anticipation at thisand were now waiting for what would come next. Bashir waited, not moving, not making a sound.

Finally, the door closed. He darted to the controls, pressing the control again, and rushed back to the side.

He could hear the two guards approaching, stopping a matter of feet away.

The door closedand Bashir repeated the process.

At last, one guard stepped through, the other close behind.

Bashir swung his arm into the mans jawsending him careening backwards into his associate. Thinking quickly, Bashir yanked the guards disruptor from his hand, shooting it at the other, who went down.

As he grabbed Guard 2s weapon, Guard 1 clutched his ankle, tripping him. Bashir kicked back with his free foot, and the disabled man released him.

A disruptor in each hand, Bashir fired across the hall at a third man, who had looked like he was speaking into a comm unit while reaching for his weapon. He was out.

That looked like it was all, for now. Bashir checked his tricorder, and went on.


* * *

Mr. Crolin, the doctor isAGH!

Crolin yanked his comm unit off his belt. What is it?

Nothing.

Mr. Crant burst out laughing.

Crolin sighed. It would seem the good doctor wants to make this as difficult as possible.

Crant nodded, still chuckling.

Ah, well. Deal with him, Mr. Crant.

Crant grinned. Gladly, sir.


* * *

It was simple enough to dispatch the other four guards he encountered as he turned a corner into another hall. But as far as Bashir was concerned, there might as well be twenty or thirty waiting for him at his destination.

However, it was quiet now. He swallowed hard, looking about him as he treadready for anything.

There was a door open in a room to his left. Now, thats oddthe door from the stairway didnt seem shorted outwhy should that one be any different?

He frowned, taking a step forward, disruptors at the ready. He briefly looked inside. He saw and heard nothing. Bashir turned to go on his way

And he froze at the voice of one Mr. Crant, as the barrel of a disruptor pressed into his back.

Hello again, Doctor, Crant said, a smile in his voice. Now, Id advise you not to do anythingstupid.

Bashir sighed, shaking his head. He was hiding in that roomonly he did exactly what Id done, keeping off to the side, staying silent until Id passed. He probably had the toe of his shoe in the doorway until I went byand he let me keep the door open with my presence.

Well, whatever it was Looks like youve won this round, Mr. Crant, he said, in a tone of false cheer.

Looks that way, doesnt it? Nowshall I take you to Crolin, without any further trouble?

Weighing his options, Bashir dropped his weapons. Well! At least this saves us some shooting along the way, he quipped.

Crant chuckled. All in good time. Right this way, if you please.


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Apologies for the delay, folks--the next chapter should be up some time, tomorrow.

In the meantime--any comments, so far?
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In the meantime--any comments, so far?
Besides reiterating the usual one-liners?

Garak's remark that Bashir has used every opportunity to "show off" rings true. He has seemed to get complacent throughout this tale.
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And now, the finale begins. Here we go....


Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
"From Risa With Love"
Chapter 16



Mr. Crant led him through two more corridors, until they came to the doors of a suite. Go on inside, Doctor, Crant smiled, Mr. Crolin is expecting you.

So I gather, Bashir replied. Youre not coming in?

Crant chuckled. Not yetCrolin has something else in mind, for later. Dont worryIll be back soon, if you need me.

Bashir shook his head in bitter amusement. Ill keep that in mind, he muttered, as he stepped forward. The doors opened to allow him to enter.

In the center of the room was Cynthia Holland, strapped to a chair, dressed, he noted, in nothing but a linen robeprobably the one hed taken note of last night, the one shed teasingly made it a point not to put on

Stop it. This is no time for distractions, or regrets, or pain in your conscience.

Holland met his gaze, saying nothing. It was clear she felt the same way: the anger and resentment that hed caused her to feel was absent, now. Her expression was serene and professional. For now, once again they were colleagues, once again associates on assignment.

In her eyes, he read a message of support. Be careful.

He gave a subtle nod. I will.

Crolin sat at a desk off to the side, where a bed would normally be. He rose to his feet with a smile. Good morning, Dr. Bashir!

Bashir nodded in his direction, not returning the smile. Mr. Crolin.

Crolin chuckled. Quite a merry chase, I must say. Youve interfered a great dealyou and Miss Holland, here.

Bashir crossed his arms. Should I feel impressed that you know her name, Crolin? Because Im not.

Noof course not. I am simply amused that you thought your misdirection would work for too long.

Perhaps I didnt intend for it to be needed for too long.

Of course. You thought you could thwart us completely, with that interesting stunt of yours, last night. Of course, had you destroyed this, he gave a light pat to the device on his desk, You would have. But you didntfor the simple reason that you couldnt. Its a very rare form of technology, which I admit cost a great deal to apprehend. And therefore, you needed it intact, to study it for your own purposes.

I suppose so, Bashir nodded, exchanging a glance with Cynthia, who gave a barely perceptible sigh, with a lowered gaze.

Crolin continued. Unfortunately, youve now given us the opportunity to

Yes, yes, youll naturally want to start over. Frankly, Im amused you think you can do that, Mr. Crolin. Next time, well be readyand you, sir, wont be able to set foot on Risa again.

Crolin burst out laughing. Thats assuming, Doctor, that anyone other than you are even aware of what our intentions were.

Bashir smiled. Im disappointed in you, Crolin. You really think we havent sent in any reports of this to our superiors?

Crolin shrugged. Whether you did or notit will be similarly more difficult to know where to find us. I can assure you, Doctor, well take care to modify our activities as neededcover up our tracks more efficiently, and so on.

Indeed. Nowhow do you intend to finish with us, exactly?

Crolin smiled. Ask Mr. Crant. He should be back, momentarily.

As if on cue, the doors opened behind Bashir. He turned to see Crant, followed by three other armed menone of which he recognized as the man hed knocked out with the heel of his shoe, who was even now sporting the bruise on his forehead.

Goodnessis that all he has left? I shot sixmeaning only nine survived the explosion, alongside Crolin.

Bashir smirked inwardly. I suppose one should never underestimate the efficiency of Section 31. They certainly know how to clear their targets.

Crolins smile widened into a grin. Now, tell me the truth, Doctor. Did you really think you would have been able to rescue her, recover the device, and leave this building alive?

Bashir shrugged, as he turned back to the Syndicate boss. To be honest, I wasnt particularly sure. But then, I didnt have any particular choice. My duty, and all that. You understand.

Crolin snorted. Duty. He reached into a compartment under his desk, pulling a disruptor of his own. Now, Dr. Bashir, you will appreciate the consequences of your duty. I sincerely hope it will be worth itfor both of you.

Bashir smiled, as he stepped back until he stood just in front of Crant and the others. Oh, I think it will.

And with thathe swung around, yanking Crants gun-arm around, so that he shot a guard in the chest. Bashir released him, quickly enough to keep Crant from grabbing hold of him. Using his own momentum, he collided with the guard with the bruisenarrowly avoiding the disruptor beam from Crolin.

Bashir grabbed the guards disruptor, shooting the third at point-blank. He then lunged for Crant, knocking him flat with the butt end of the gun. The bruised guard, reached for another disruptorbut Bashir was ready, whirling around to fire. Three out, one downone to go.

He turned to face Crolinbut the boss had swung his arm around him, trying with all his might to strangle him. He felt his grip on his disruptor weakenand heard it clatter to the floor.

Bashir plunged his elbows into Crolins ribs. Unfortunately, this man seemed far sturdier than the thug in the spy programthere was little effect.

He plunged againagainagain, with what strength he could conjure up.

Finally, Crolin let him goand stepped back, as if anticipating Bashirs next move.

Thinking quickly, Bashir swung his legs around, hitting Crolins ankles as hard as he couldand the boss went down.

Apparently, Crolins bulk cushioned the fall, because no sooner did Bashir rise to his feet, kicking Crolins disruptor over towards the windowthen the boss leapt up, swinging his arm to Julians torso with such force that the doctor felt himself fly across the room.

He landed at the feet of Cynthia Hollands chair. The girl sighed, and muttered, I dont suppose I could offer any help

Bashir rushed behind the chairwhirling it around, so that her back was to Crolin.

He sighed at her. Sorry about this

As Crolin rushed to him, Bashir pushed the chair backand it collided with the Syndicate boss. Crolin shoved the chair aside, and Cynthia let out a yelp as it hit the floor.

Bashir rushed for Crolins disruptorbut the boss lunged for him again, tackling him down. Crolin swung a blow to the side of Bashirs head, weakening him. Then, the boss stood up, picking up his disruptor. Bashir stiffened, preparing for death.

Crolin grinned. I bid you adieu, Dr. Bashir.

The screech of a disruptor beam filled Bashirs ears

And Crolin went downcrashing through the window, tumbling downdowndown.

Bashir heard one last, faint, distant thump, as Durantel Crolin met his all-too-timely demise.

Bashir shook his head, and smiled. Adieu, Mr. Crolin.

He turned to see what had happenedwho had shot Crolin.

He did not expect to see Mr. Crant, now recovered, give a contemptuous chuckle as he stood up and holstered his disruptor.

Bashir looked to the window, to see if Crolin had dropped the disruptor before his fall. He didthank the Bird.

He lunged for it, and aimed it at Crantjust as the Syndicate operative pulled his own weapon.

Come now, Doctor, Crant said, with a smile, Lets behave like civilized men, for onceshall we? After allI did save your life, just now.

I know, Bashir narrowed his eyes. But thats the question, Mr. Crant: why?

Crant chuckled. Doctor, youre a brilliant man; surely you can find the answer yourself.

As Bashir stood up, the answer did come to him. Of course. You saw all the errors Crolin madehow he rushed everything, how he allowed slight, subtle clues to creep up and it frustrated you, didnt it?

Crant spread out his hands. Not at first. I thought the plan itself was brilliant, to be frank. Nonetheless, I doubt the Syndicate would give him credit for it merely working on paper, as the saying goes. Itsso often the little things that matter.

Bashir nodded. Soyoud allowed yourself to shrug off those little things, because Crolin has never paid for them, until now. And because of his previous successesthe Syndicate hadnt taken note of them, either.

Crant shrugged. Perhaps.

Bashir stepped towards the desk. But, of coursemistakes tend to growand finally, they became just barely noticeable for people like Miss Holland, thereand her superiors.

Crant nodded. To be honest, Doctor, you were right to imply that Crolin was deluding himself, thinking he could simply redo this assignment. Of course, had you not overpowered us like you did, just now...we may have."

"But...?"

"Unfortunately, the Syndicate wouldnt allow him to try again, were he to return like thisjust him and I, the rest killed, or else taken in by Starfleet. Theyd kill him for his incompetenceand, just to err on the side of caution, they would have killed me, too.

Bashir smiled. But now, you get off clean as a whistlebecause as far as theyre concerned, you cleaned up the mess for them.

Precisely!

Bashir chuckled. With any lucktheyll promote you, and make you into a crime boss of your own. He raised an eyebrow, A chance to put your brilliance to good use, instead of subordinating it to him.

Crant gave a nod. Call it that.

Yes, Bashir narrowed his eyes, But before you gloat over your great fortunetheres still the issue of this impasse we seem to have reached

Crant snorted, and tossed his disruptor aside.

Bashirs eyebrow shot up. You seem very trusting, Mr. Crant.

Not at all. I simply happen to know that youre a Starfleet Officer, Doctoryou have rules, which demand that you not shoot an unarmed man.

You could simply have another one, hidden.

Crant shrugged, and spread out his palms upward. I understand youre genetically enhanced, Doctor, he explained, as he slowly turned in this position, and that you can naturally perceive things others would miss. So, tell me... as he finished his rotation, am I armed?

Bashir sighed, and set his weapon down on the desk.

Good. Now, Crant said, I suggest you untie your little girlfriend, there.

Holland let out a scoff. I am not his little

Crant chuckled. Well, regardlessId wager she cant untie herself.

Bashir narrowed his eyes, weighing his options. Finally, resolved that he had no other choice, he knelt down beside the toppled chair, untying Miss Holland, his eyes still on Crant.

As Cynthia stood up, bushing herself off, her eyes narrowed at the Syndicate operative, as she whispered, Doctor, we should arrest himwe cant risk his telling the Syndicate about us.

Bashir thought for a moment, considering it. Finally, he sighed, shaking his head. Look, we cant be certain of what he and Crolin have already told their superiors. At least here, they have the scapegoat of Crolins incompetence. If they go after us, it wont be as clean and neat for them. Here, at least as far as theyre concerned, they have nothing to worry aboutand neither does Crant.

Crant nodded. Youre quite right, Doctor. Its cleaner, this way. And furtherI owe you, dont I? Thanks to you, he spread out his hands again, Ill command my own cell.

Cynthia stepped forward. That does not prevent you from changing your mind, when youre given that power. You know who we are, and what we look like. How can you expect us to trust you?

Crant shrugged. I dont! Howeverthe alternative is for us to all lunge for our disruptors, and kill one another. AndI doubt you want that any more than I do.

Bashir sighed, putting his hand on her shoulder, Hes right, Cynthia.

Cynthia let out a sigh of her own, and spread out her hands in defeat.

Bashir turned to Crant. Now, as for the device

Mr. Crant spread out his hands. Its yours, to do with as you please.

Cynthia scoffed in disbelief at this. No trouble?

Nono trouble, for two reasons. First: as I said, the Syndicate will not simply try this again. As far as I am concernedit would be some time before wed have further use for this.

And the second?

Crant shrugged. There are two of you, and one of me. I am not one to take unnecessary risks. So consider itan exchangeI let you keep the device, without a fight, and you let me walk freewithout a fight.

Bashir turned to Cynthia. Well, its your mission, Miss Holland.

Cynthia bit her lipand finally nodded.

Mr. Crant chuckled, and spread out his arms, giving a slight bow. Well, Doctor BashirAgent Hollandit was a pleasure doing business with both of you.

Bashir crossed his arms. Save it. You only did it because you had no other choice. In the meantime, I expect you to keep your end of the bargain.

Crant raised an eyebrow. Oh?

Well, let me put it this wayyou told me earlier that you admired how worthy I was, as an opponent?

Crant nodded. I still do.

Of course. And therefore, Id wager well meet againand you and I will take the same pleasure as we did hereif not more, Bashir smiled.

Crant returned the smile, and nodded.

But until that happensI trust youll make sure the Syndicate doesnt retaliate for ourinterference here? After all, I hate the idea of looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life.

Mr. Crant chuckled. As would I. All right, DoctorIll make sure to keep that sort of burden off of your shoulders this time. But take care, both of youbecause I hardly think Id be open to such deals, the next time we encounter one another.

Bashir smiled. Well, in that caseId advise you to take care.

Really? And why would I do that?

Bashir narrowed his eyes. Because, like the Syndicate, Mr. CrantI always collect on my debts.

Mr. Crant nodded, the smile still on his face. And then he took his bow, turned, and left the room, off to see his ambitions fulfilled.

Julian Bashir turned to Cynthia Holland with a smile. Well, that was an adventure!

Holland shook her head, not amused. Doctor, she muttered, Youre far too trusting for your own good.

Well, thatll just be my problem, not yours. Somehow, I doubt your Bureau would be susceptible to the Syndicatesretaliation, if any. Now, when were you supposed to deliver that device?

She let out a sigh. Tonightat 1800.

Im going to deliver it with you.

She whirled to him. You

I am not letting you out of my sight, my dear. Frankly, I dont trust Crant to not try to get it back, if he can. Bashir leaned to her. Perhaps Im not as trusting as youd think.

She shook her headand a thoughtful look came to her eyes.

No, she said, Perhaps not.


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How 'bout that. So Crant saves the day, but only so he can become the new boss and continue to wreak havoc. Very clever.
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^Thanks!

BTW--fans of Quentin Tarantino should see my ulterior motive for "casting" Christof Waltz for Mr. Crant. It's actually something of a nod to his superb role as Colonel Landa in Inglourious B------s, who does something similar....
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All right. With this chapter and the next, we will wrap things up.

Readers of "Passing Of Value" will remember my creation of Sorak, the v'tosh ka'tur who unintentionally recruited Sloan--and becomes his friend and confidant.

This chapter also ties together all the post-WYLB encounters we've seen between Bashir and Section 31, complete with the big nod to ZSG I promised you all. It's this sequence, more than anything else, that makes this tale my "prequel" to Mack's novel.

Note: the way Sorak reflects on Cole and L'Haan is part of my theory, stemming from Sloan's description of "a few select" in "Extreme Measures", that Section 31 is organized in a set group of "divisions", each with a "director", who interact with one another when necessary. Directors we've encountered in canon and TrekLit include Sloan, Cole (Abyss), L'Haan, and Zeitsev (A Time To Kill/Heal).


Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
"From Risa With Love"
Chapter 17



Sorak, Director of Division Seven, Section 31as far as nearly everyone else in the Bureau were concerned, anyhowsat at his table at the Andorian Blues Caf.

He would never admit it to anyoneleast of all, a fellow Vulcanbut he had, over the years, developed a particular liking to Risa.

Such pleasure the inhabitants, and the tourists, take in the release of emotiona pleasure he, as a closet vtosh katur, could only partake in internally. Nonetheless, he partook, such as it was.

It can be moststressful, at times, to pose as I mustas a typical calculating machine, as my fellow Vulcans do. Any opportunity for release, however subtle, was therefore welcome.

He drank a blend of Vulcan tea the waitress had provided for him. It sufficed.

He looked up, to see Agent Holland approach the tableaccompanied by a most welcome addition.

Dr. Julian Bashir, I presume, Sorak said.

Bashir stiffened, and nodded. Yes.

Holland cleared her throat. Itsquite warm today, even for Risa.

Sorak raised an eyebrow. On Vulcan, this is winters weather.

Bashir shook his head in what appeared to be amusement. Is it, now?

Sorak frowned. Doctor

I know, I know, Bashir muttered, Its a spy code. Im well versed in that.

Sorak nodded. Of course. Please, sit down.

Holland sat down, handing him a bag, which he saw contained the mechanism. Sorak acknowledged it with a nod, and turned to Bashir, noting that the doctor did not sit down.

I trust you did not encounter any unnecessary difficulties? Sorak asked.

So, you did intend for me to assist Holland.

Of course. We became aware of the nature of your leaveand we saw it as an opportunity to, as you humans would say, kill two birds with one stone.

Bashir crossed his arms. Really?

Doctor, I can see this discussion will not be over quickly. Youd best sit down, to relax yourself.

Bashir rolled his eyes, and sat down. So, instead of giving this assignment to a team of more experienced agentsa team, mind youyou sent Miss Holland here, by herself, with no backup

Correction: she did have backupyou.

Bashirs lip tightened. You sent her here, by herselfas part of an attempt of yours towhat? Recruit me, once again?

Why would we wish to recruit you again, Doctor? You were already recruited by my predecessorDirector Sloan.

Bashir spoke through clenched teeth. I dontworkfor you.

And yet you assisted Miss Holland.

Of course I assisted her! She was the perfect lurea beautiful, innocent young spy on a glamorous assignment, the kind youd know I fantasize aboutof course Id jump at the chance.

Sorak nodded. Which was precisely what we intended.

Holland spoke up. Director, if I may?

He nodded to her. Agent.

Holland swallowed, gathered herself, and said, Sirit is my professional opinion that Dr. Bashir is too unstable to conduct further missions to this effect.

Bashir looked to her in mild astonishment, which, Sorak admitted, he felt himself.

Indeed, Sorak asked. Why?

Hollands look intensified. After we foiled Crolins operation, Bashir became suspicious, and, to be brief, he deduced my true affiliations. As a result, he her gaze fell, and her face flushed a slight shade of red, He resolved to meddle with my assignment.

Though her vagueness implied something personal, Sorak knew he needed more information. Oh?

She said nothing, briefly glancing in Bashirs direction.

The doctor cleared his throat, a barely suppressed look of shame on his own face. I injected her with a homing device, so I would be able to...to keep an eye on her. As a resultwell, to make a long story shorter, Crolin was able to locate her, and the device wed apprehended.

Indeed. This was fascinating. They were shadowing you, Doctor?

They were watching my suite.

Because you had given them your real name, instead of an alias.

He was under the impression that an alias for him would have been useless, Holland explained.

Sorak nodded. I see. And yetdespite all of that, you are both here, with the deviceindicating that you, Doctor, were successful in rescuing both it and Miss Hollandand, I assume, in defeating Mr. Crolin?

Bashir nodded. You wont have to worry about him, at least.

Director, Holland interjected, The point isthe doctor shows signs of an obsession over gaining control of whatever situation he faces. Now, whether that is due to his training as a doctor, or something more personal, Im not sure. However

Thank you, Agent, Sorak nodded. Yourconcerns are noted.

Holland and Bashir exchanged a look following this. It didnt appear to contain any bitterness. In the Doctors case, he lookedgrateful.

Of course. He possesses no particular desire to join the Bureau. He clearly must have accepted this as a gesture of compassion, on Hollands part.

Doctor, Sorak resumed, Understand that, as a rule, we would not give you an assignment that we did not believe required your particular servicesnor one that you would not have avested interest in.

Bashir snorted. So youll just create a vested interest, now, whenever you need me?

Sorak nodded. If necessaryyes.

Bashir scoffed, shaking his head.

Frankly, Doctor, you should consider yourself fortunate that you are under my supervision. I sincerely doubt that any of my fellow directorssuch as Mr. Cole, whom I believe you have met

Yes, yes Bashir muttered.

I doubt the other directors would be asrestrainedas I am, in their efforts to create such a vested interest.

Holland turned to Sorak with a questioning look at this.

Of course, its not necessary to explain at this time. LHaan would not care to have the agents in my division aware of her plans concerning her own.

Bashir apparently failed to notice, as he leaned forward, the frustration burning clear in his eyes. Why cant you people just leave me alone?

Sorak permitted himself a small hint of a smile. Sadly, Doctor, you left us little choiceparticularly when you accepted one Commander Vaughns recruitment into thethe Kirk Cabal, I believe it is called?

Bashir froze.

Yes, Doctor, Sorak nodded, We know he recruited you, in the immediate aftermath of your assignment on Sindorin. Did you really think we wouldnt notice?

Bashir leaned back in his seat, and shook his head. NoI suppose not.

Once that occurred, we made sure to increase our watching of you. As it were, I myself am most grateful for the intelligence you have unwittingly provided on the members of the Cabal. As a resultwe have been able to more efficiently anticipate their attempts to meddle with and expose our activities.

How could?

Its not necessary to go into detail. But the point iswe simply cannot leave you alone. You yourself have made it quite impossible.

Director, Holland said, That does not mean we must

Unfortunately, Agentit does.

Sorak turned back to Bashir. Doctoryour services are no longer required, as of now. I trust you will enjoy the remainder of your vacation here, on Risa.

Bashir rose to his feet, an expression of dejected defeat on his face. And then, he stormed off, leaving the caf without looking back.

Sorak turned to Holland, whose gaze was fixed in the direction the Doctor had left.

If you wish, he said, You can move to a different resort for the remainder of your stay here

That would be ideal, Director.

Sorak frowned. Agent, I apologize for any inconveniences

Director, Holland turned to him, I have no one to blame but myself for what occurred. If I hadnt kept from him the full extent of the mis

Sorak gently held up a hand. You were uncertain if you could trust him.

She sighed, and nodded.

Understandable: paranoia, for all its faults, is essential to our line of work. Howeverare you certain of his trustworthiness, now?

Holland stiffened. After a moment, she replied, Concerningeverything that happenedIm frankly less certain.

Sorak nodded. Also understandable.

She said nothing more. Sorak found his own gaze turn back to where Bashir had left.

There is so much we persist in keeping from him. Such is both an assetand a liability. He cannot bring himself to trust usin part, because we have never seen fit to trust him, in turn.

And such, he know, was the order of thingsand would continue to be, in the foreseeable future.


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