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Computer, download file to padd... F-7.

Come on.

Download complete.

Thank you! Nurse.

You're up late.

Ah, yes. I've got a few things to finish up

before I leave in the morning.

I'm, uh, presenting a paper at a medical conference.

I see.

Where is it?

Risa, Casperia Prime?

Casperia. How'd you guess?

Well, doctors always hold their conferences

at sunny resorts.

Ours is a grim profession.

Don't you think we deserve a break

from all the illness and death?

Mm.

Well, don't forget to take plenty of sunscreen.

Oh, let me guess.

You dislocated your shoulder.

Not again.

Afraid so.

You promised me

that you wouldn't go kayaking again

until your shoulder had a chance to heal.

I know, but I can't stay away.

It's like the river calls to me.

Yes. It's saying, "Stay away.

"Don't come near me or I'll hurt you

more!"

( groans )

Ow.

Much better.

It'll be tender

for a few days; so go easy on it.

Right.

If the pain gets any worse

Nurse Bandee will give you something.

Thanks, Julian.

Have a good time on Casperia.

I'm going to a medical conference, not on vacation.

Whatever you say.

And if the river calls you again, listen to it

and stay away.

COMPUTER: The time is 0700 hours.

What?

You're joking.

Computer, confirm time.

The time is 0700 hours, 11 seconds.

( groans )

( sighs )

Something tells me

I'm going to need a lot of raktajinos today.

Oh.

( sighs )

See you in a few days, old chum.

Keep the home fires burning.

SISKO: This is the Captain.

All senior officers

report to Operations immediately.

What now?

( yawns )

( yawns )

This better be quick.

I've got a shuttle to catch.

What's going on?

Internal Affairs.

What are they doing here?

They're not saying.

DAX: If they'd called ahead

we could have thrown them a party.

KIRA: Yeah, well, something tells me

it's not a social visit.

Where's the Captain?

ODO: He's in there.

BASHIR: He doesn't look too happy.

No, he doesn't.

All right, people

this is Deputy Director Sloan of Internal Affairs.

He's here under the authority of the Federation Council.

I expect you all to give him your full

cooperation.

Starfleet Intelligence has reason to believe

that there's been a security breach

aboard Deep Space 9.

It appears that someone

has been passing information to the Dominion.

With all due respect

I think there's been some kind of mistake.

SLOAN: I hope you're right, Commander.

I really do

but until we determine the source

we have to follow standard containment procedures

and isolate all members of the senior staff.

SISKO: As of now

you're all relieved of duty and confined to quarters.

Confined to quarters?

I don't like it any more than you do.

You'll be contacted shortly.

I'll be conducting interviews with each one of you.

For the time being

you are not to discuss this matter amongst yourselves.

Any questions?

Uh, how long do you think

your investigation's going to take?

That's difficult to say, Doctor, but don't worry.

We've already informed Starfleet Medical

that you won't be attending your conference.

Oh, that's very considerate of you.

Take them to their quarters.

Would you come with me, please?

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( exhales slowly )

Hot buttered scones, moba jam, red leaf tea.

Please.

What's the matter with this thing?

All right.

( door chimes )

Come in.

Would you please come with me, Doctor?

Uh...

yes.

Certainly.

Where are we going?

To the Wardroom.

Director Sloan wants to ask you a few questions.

MAN: Stand clear.

What's going on?

Nothing you need to worry about, sir.

This way.

Dr. Bashir, sir.

Thank you.

Dr. Bashir...

have a seat, please.

I'm sorry you're going to miss

your medical conference.

It couldn't be helped.

In a case like this

I have to follow strict procedures.

Yes, I understand.

Maybe it's a blessing in disguise.

The last time you tried to attend a medical conference

you were taken prisoner by the Dominion.

An experience I wouldn't care to repeat.

I'm sure you wouldn't.

What, five weeks in a Dominion prison camp?

I can't imagine what that must have been like.

Not pleasant.

I read your report.

It made me ask myself

how I would have held up under those conditions.

I guess you never really know until you go through it.

I'm sure you would have been able to cope.

We do what we have to to survive.

Mm-hmm.

I was just reading over some of your case reports.

Fascinating stuff.

The work you did with those genetically enhanced patients--

very impressive.

Thank you.

Before you started working with them

Starfleet Medical described them

as "alienated, uncommunicative and hostile."

And you were the first doctor

who managed to establish a dialogue with them.

Well, actually, I think the fact

that I'm genetically enhanced myself

made them a little more open to accepting me.

You spoke their language.

Exactly.

I envy your profession.

You have a positive impact on people's lives.

You know, I...

I considered becoming a doctor myself.

Ah, you have a good bedside manner.

Actually, when I first came in here

I, uh, half suspected that, uh, I would be interrogated

under a very bright light.

( chuckles )

Not this time.

Well, I see no need to trouble you any longer.

Thank you for your cooperation.

( door opens )

My pleasure.

( clears throat )

Lieutenant Chandler will take you back to your quarters now.

Ah, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to stay there

until I've finished with the rest of the interviews.

Well, in that case, maybe you

could send someone to take a look at my replicator.

It's not working.

Actually, we took them off line.

To prevent anyone

from trying to replicate

a communications device or a weapon.

Oh. Well, I just wanted some breakfast.

What would you like?

I'll have it sent right up to your quarters.

Hot buttered scones

moba jam and some red leaf tea, please.

Coming right up.

Thank you.

Doctor, one more thing.

Those genetically enhanced patients of yours--

did Starfleet Medical ask you to work with them

or did you volunteer?

Oh, I volunteered.

I see.

Very good.

( door chimes )

Come in.

Here you are, sir.

Thank God.

I'm famished.

Cheers.

Enjoy.

Ugh.

It's a little early for gagh.

Well, I hope you're enjoying my scones, Worf.

( console beeping )

Miles, Sloan said we aren't

supposed to be talking to each other.

I just wanted to make sure you were all right.

I'm fine, except I think

someone's been snooping around my quarters.

It wouldn't surprise me.

Has Sloan questioned you yet?

Yeah, we just finished.

How'd it go?

It went fine.

He just asked me a few routine questions.

Believe me, it's not fine.

He just grilled me for over two hours.

Two hours?

About what?

About you.

You're joking.

I only wish I were.

Every single question was about you.

Look, I better go

before they trace this transmission.

I just wanted to warn you to watch your back.

Miles, wait.

What did he want to know about me?

Just be careful. I think they're--

( sighs )

( door chimes )

Come in.

Director Sloan wants to see you.

Again?

That's right.

Did you get your breakfast, Doctor?

Yes, I did.

Good.

I was going over my notes from our last conversation

and there are a couple of things

I'd like you to clarify.

Oh?

You have a problem with that?

Not at all. Let's go back

to the time you spent with the Dominion.

I wasn't "with" the Dominion; I was their prisoner.

You were held at internment camp 371?

That's right.

Barrack 6? Yes.

You were there for five weeks?

37 days, actually.

You're absolutely sure about that.

Yes.

And General Martok

was with you in Barrack 6.

Correct.

He said that the Jem'Hadar removed you from the barracks.

I complained when they cut our rations

so they threw me in solitary.

I see.

And did you meet with anyone during that week?

I was alone.

You're sure about that.

Wait.

Um, let me think.

Was I alone in solitary?

Yes.

I think I was.

You didn't meet with a Vorta?

No.

Or a changeling?

No.

So what you're telling me

is you spent seven days in complete isolation.

It wasn't seven days.

It was five-- five days.

Now that's odd 'cause General Martok said

you were gone for seven days.

He was wrong. It was five.

Why would he lie about something like that?

He wasn't lying.

You can't both be right.

He must have lost count of the days.

He was under a great deal of stress.

And you weren't?

Human beings are more adaptable

to incarceration than Klingons.

Especially when they're genetically engineered?

Meaning what?

Let's move on to the matter of your escape

from the camp.

I'll quote from your own report.

"We constructed a transmitter using components

"from the barracks life-support system.

"We used it to contact our runabout

and beam ourselves out of the camp."

Now forgive me, Doctor.

That sounds a little hard to believe.

It's what happened.

Why would the Dominion leave your runabout

orbiting the camp unattended?

They didn't think we'd be able to contact it.

Why not?

They left you everything you need to build a transmitter.

Isn't it more plausible

that the Dominion wanted you to escape?

Why?

Why would they do that?

So that you could start working for them.

But I'm not working for them.

How can you be sure?

Excuse me?

How can you be sure you're not working for them?

Are you familiar with the term

"engramatic dissociation"?

Vaguely.

The theory holds that if a person's mind

is sufficiently disciplined

he'd be capable of compartmentalizing

contradictory information, believing one thing

while doing another.

I think you possess that kind of mind.

I think the Dominion saw that

and decided to take advantage of it.

I think they broke you and turned you to their cause

and then had you suppress the memory of what happened.

You're saying I'm a Dominion spy and don't even know it.

What could be more perfect?

There's no chance of you getting caught

because you don't even realize you're working for them.

When they want to debrief you

all they do is trigger your memory.

That's ridiculous.

Doctor, I am trying to help you

but I need your cooperation.

I need you to tear down the walls inside your mind

to dredge up a fragment of a memory--

anything about your mission, about your contacts.

I know it's not easy, but you've got to try.

There are no memories to dredge up.

I'm not suffering from engramatic dissociation.

I'm a loyal Starfleet officer.

And will not answer any more questions

unless I'm formally charged and can respond

with the benefit of counsel!

I've had enough of your lies, Doctor!

You think you're smarter

than the rest of us, don't you?

You think you're smarter

than the millions of brave men and women

who put their lives on the line

for the Federation.

You want to do things the hard way? Fine.

But I'm going to get the truth out of you

and when I'm done, I'm going to take whatever's left of you

and I'm going to lock it away.

Guards!

Is it really necessary

to drag a Starfleet officer

across the Promenade in irons?

We have our orders, sir.

Please stand aside.

We'll get you out of this, Julian.

I'm sure this is all a mistake.

Is it?

Where's Odo?

In his quarters.

We'll be handling security for the time being.

This way.

Too tight?

A bit.

You'll live.

Oh, so nice to see you enjoying your work.

I was with the Seventh Fleet

when the Dominion attacked the Tyra system.

98 of our ships were destroyed

in a matter of hours.

I lost a lot of friends.

I lost a lot of friends, too.

I believe that

but yours were Jem'Hadar.

You won't be needing this anymore.

Step inside.

FEMALE OFFICER: With all due respect, Captain

if you would just wait in the Security Office

Director Sloan should be here any minute

and you can discuss your request with him--

There is nothing to discuss.

I want ten minutes alone with my officer

and I want them now.

Very well.

I thought you should know, Odo did some checking.

Sloan had a son in Starfleet.

He was a transport pilot.

He was killed by a Dominion patrol.

Maybe he thinks I supplied them with the information

that helped them target his son's ship.

SLOAN: That's exactly what I think.

When my son's convoy dropped out of warp

to rendezvous with a Klingon bird-of-prey

they found three Dominion attack ships

waiting for them

instead.

SISKO: I'm sorry

for your loss.

But don't you think that your son's death indicates

a conflict of interest in your investigation?

No, I think it gives me an added incentive

to go after the truth.

Now, what was it you wanted?

SISKO: I need to talk

to my Chief Medical Officer in private.

I can understand that.

But security protocol

requires that no one talk to the prisoner

without clearance from me.

Director Sloan, have you received orders from Starfleet

to relieve me of my command of this station?

No, I haven't.

Well, then, as long as I remain in command

I will see Dr. Bashir whenever I please.

Furthermore, from now on

I will sit in on all interrogation sessions

to make sure his rights are observed.

Do I make myself clear?

I believe so.

Well

we'll see each other tomorrow.

In the meantime, enjoy your conversation.

I appreciate your help, sir.

We'll get this straightened out.

I promise you.

Let's go back a few years to the incident at Bopak III.

According to your report, you and Chief O'Brien

crash-landed on the planet

where you then made contact with a group of Jem'Hadar.

We didn't make contact with them.

They captured us.

Well, if that's the case

why didn't you attempt to escape?

We didn't have a chance.

According to Chief O'Brien

you were more interested in curing the Jem'Hadar

of their addiction to ketracel-white.

I'm a doctor.

They were suffering from withdrawal.

They're the enemy--

genetically engineered killing machines.

They're not machines.

They're sentient beings

and I couldn't just stand there and watch them die.

Why? Because you felt sympathy for them

being genetically engineered yourself?

SISKO: This is irrelevant.

We're talking about an incident that happened

before Dr. Bashir allegedly became a Dominion agent.

It's not irrelevant, Captain.

If anything, it shows he was already sympathetic

to the Dominion.

But let's move on.

Doctor, we spoke yesterday about a group

of genetically enhanced patients

that you brought to the station.

Why exactly did you decide

to work with them?

They'd been institutionalized most of their lives.

I thought I might find a way

to help them assimilate into society.

A laudable goal.

What I find puzzling is the way you went about it.

These misfits had been sheltered

from the outside world

for as long as they could remember.

Yet you chose

to bombard them with information

about the war with the Dominion.

Now, frankly, I'm surprised

it didn't scare them into a deeper isolation.

I wanted to engage them.

And it worked.

Is that why you convinced Starfleet Command

to give them access to classified battle plans?

Starfleet was interested in hearing our ideas

on how to win the war.

How to win the war.

You recommended that the Federation surrender.

We were looking for ways to save as many lives as possible.

Now, if you'd take the time to examine the findings...!

Captain, you took the time

to examine the findings, didn't you?

( sighs )

I did.

And did you agree with them?

No.

Of course not.

No loyal Starfleet officer could.

I won't deny that Doctor Bashir

has made some questionable decisions

in his career, but that's a long way

from convincing me that he is a traitor.

Now, so far, your case is based

on circumstantial evidence and speculation.

What other kind of case can I make against a man

who covers his tracks so well?

That's a circular argument, and you know it!

Captain, if Dr. Bashir had been involved

in one or two questionable incidents

I could understand how you might be able to dismiss it

but the sheer number of incidents

form a pattern of behavior that can't be ignored.

I understand that you want to be loyal to a man

who's served under you for so long.

I understand you'd be inclined to take his word

over that of an outsider.

But step back for a moment

and think about it.

This man concealed the truth

about his illegal genetic enhancement

for over 30 years.

He lied to get his medical license.

He lied to get into Starfleet.

He lied to you when he came aboard this station

and he's been lying to you ever since.

He did eventually come forward...

and tell the truth.

That's right, he did. Why?

Why? What made you confess?

Was it because you realized

that it was your duty to be honest with your Captain?

No.

Was it because you felt guilty

for having lied to him for so long?

No.

Then why did you come forward?

I was found out.

And if you hadn't been found out

would you have come forward and told your Captain the truth...

ever?

I don't know.

I see.

( sighs )

( sighs )

Sloan was right about one thing, sir.

I should have told you the truth from the beginning.

You're right.

You should have.

But let's put that behind us for now.

How can I defend myself to this man?

Whatever I say to him

he either thinks I'm lying or repressing my memories.

I know you're not lying, Julian.

But...?

But... as a doctor

isn't it in the realm of medical possibility

that the Dominion did recruit you

and you have blocked it out of your memory?

Well, even if it is possible, it didn't happen.

You don't believe me, do you?

I don't...

I don't think you're lying, Julian.

( sighs ): It's late.

Try to get some sleep.

We'll talk again in the morning.

( sighs )

Sorry to interrupt your sleep, Doctor.

Looks like you're going on a little vacation after all.

Where are you taking me?

Starbase 53 for further questioning.

Does Captain Sisko know about this?

It's none of his concern.

Not anymore.

You have no right to do this, Sloan.

Oh, but I do.

Starfleet Special Order 66715 gives me the authority

to neutralize security threats to Deep Space 9

by whatever means necessary.

Doctor, you're about to spend the rest of this war

in a maximum-security cell...

unless...

you would care to put

your thumbprint on this confession.

We can reword it if it doesn't meet your

exacting standards.

You can take that confession

and throw it out of the nearest airlock.

I thought so.

Take him to the shuttle.

Would you put your hands in front of you, Doctor?

SLOAN: He's beaming out!

Stop him!

Good evening, Doctor.

Weyoun?

Welcome home.

It would appear we got you out just in time.

It's all right.

You're among friends now.

Did they mistreat you?

I don't see any bruises.

Why did you bring me here?

What choice did I have?

Starfleet discovered you were working for us.

I'm not working for you.

I'm not a Dominion spy.

You actually believe that, don't you?

That's why you're such a good operative.

You're lying.

( sighs )

Oh, here we go again.

( chuckles )

These little conversations of ours

always follow the same pattern:

You start out confused; then you get angry;

then you deny everything

until finally the walls inside your mind

start to break down and you accept the truth.

What truth?

That you broke me in your prison camp?

We're not barbarians.

There was no torture involved.

We simply helped you to see that there's

no way Starfleet can defeat the Dominion

and because you didn't want

billions of Federation citizens to lose their lives needlessly

you agreed to provide us with information

that would help us end this war quickly.

You rose above the petty question

of whose side you were on and made...

a moral decision.

It's not surprising, really.

After all, you are a doctor.

You're saying that I'm a traitor?

Traitor, hero...

those are just words.

Oh, your friends on Deep Space 9

may vilify you, but history...

will judge you to be a great man

a visionary who helped bring an end

to one of the most devastating wars

the galaxy has ever seen.

I-I don't remember.

I don't remember any of it.

Of course not.

You suppressed the memories--

compartmentalized them.

It's a remarkable ability, but it does make

these initial conversations a bit wearing.

Have something to eat.

You always reintegrate better

on a full stomach.

Do you remember

when I first offered you scones?

Back at the camp.

No.

Concentrate.

Sensory details are the key.

I had you brought in from solitary.

You were very hungry, but you refused to give me

the satisfaction of seeing you eat.

Do you remember?

I don't remember...

because it never happened!

You were almost there.

Try again.

With a little more effort, you can break through.

I'm not a Dominion spy!

I can see this is going to be

one of our more difficult sessions.

I'm innocent. I don't care what you or Sloan think.

Wait a minute.

Why would you both be trying to convince me of the same lie

unless...

you were working together?

Please, Doctor

listen to yourself.

Sloan's the traitor.

MALE (on com): Combat stations.

Enemy ship approaching.

( alarm blaring )

Sisko.

I'm afraid we're going to have to continue

your debriefing later.

( grunting )

( sighs )

Am I glad to see you.

Away team to the Defiant. We got him.

I suppose you have a reasonable explanation

for why the Dominion

broke you out of that holding cell.

I understand how this must look, sir.

What did they want?

Weyoun just tried

to convince me that I was his operative.

I think he and Sloan are working together.

Now that's enough.

You know you're not going to exonerate yourself

by casting suspicions on someone else.

Well, maybe he's not a traitor.

Maybe he's been replaced by a changeling.

All I'm saying is

that both he and Weyoun are trying to frame me.

You have run out of excuses, Doctor.

You have to believe me.

I'm innocent.

I have had enough of your lies, Doctor.

You can't just dismiss what I'm saying.

Because if I'm right, there's no telling

what kind of damage Sloan can do--

Get him off my Bridge!

Let's go, Doctor.

Jadzia, you believe me, don't you?

Why did you do it, Julian?

Miles? You?

Your shoulder--

it's all right?

Of course, it's all right.

But you dislocated it yesterday when...

we were playing springball.

So? It's better now.

You didn't hurt it playing springball.

You dislocated it kayaking

in a holosuite.

You're not Miles.

And you're not Captain Sisko.

He'd at least be willing to hear me out.

This isn't real.

It can't be.

SLOAN: You're right, Doctor.

None of it was real.

But I am

and this isn't over.

Congratulations, Doctor.

It's not often that we're proven wrong.

I take it you finally believe

I'm not working for the Dominion.

I'm leaning heavily in that direction

but to erase any lingering doubts

what do you say we make one final test?

I've finished playing games with you, Sloan!

I can assure you, Doctor, this is no game.

SLOAN: Don't be afraid.

I have no intentions of hurting you.

I just need to remove an implant from behind your right ear.

I tell you what.

Why don't you do the honors?

Give it to him.

Go ahead, Doctor.

It's only a neurosynaptic relay.

You've been recording my neuro-electric responses.

That's correct.

And now I'd like to check the findings

in order to confirm what I already believe--

that you're an innocent man.

Now, either you remove the relay or we will.

( device whirring )

( clicking )

Thank you.

This'll only take a moment.

Take your time.

I don't seem to be going anywhere.

I'm glad to see your sense of humor's returning.

That's a very good sign.

Of what?

You're beginning to relax.

We subjected you to high levels of stress

to ensure accurate test results

and I'm glad to say the results are in your favor.

Your loyalty to the Federation

appears to be above reproach.

Why do I still detect a hint of doubt in your voice?

Well, frankly, I would have preferred

to have kept you under observation a little longer.

Unfortunately, we didn't know about Chief O'Brien's injury

or we would have incorporated that into the program.

So you beamed me out of my quarters

into this holosuite when I was asleep.

I believe we allowed you a full hour.

No wonder I feel so tired.

I suppose you find your subjects more malleable

when they have been deprived of sleep.

Not a new technique, I admit

but an effective one nonetheless.

So... why don't you tell me who you are?

Who you work for?

SLOAN: I think it's obvious.

The same people you work for--

the Federation... Starfleet.

You don't expect me to believe

you're with Internal Affairs, do you?

No, of course not.

Internal Affairs is a competent department

but limited.

So which department are you with?

Let's just say I belong

to another branch of Starfleet Intelligence.

Our official designation is Section 31.

Never heard of it.

We keep a low profile.

Works out better that way for all concerned.

And what does Section 31 do--

apart from kidnapping Starfleet officers?

We search out and identify

potential dangers to the Federation.

And once identified?

We deal with them.

How?

Quietly.

So if I had been a Dominion agent

what would have happened to me?

We wouldn't be standing here having this conversation.

Starfleet sanctions what you're doing?

We don't submit reports

or ask approval for specific operations

if that's what you mean.

We're an autonomous department.

Authorized by whom?

Section 31 was part

of the original Starfleet Charter.

But that was 200 years ago.

Are you telling me you've been working

on your own ever since?

Without specific orders?

Accountable to nobody but yourselves?

You make it sound so ominous.

Isn't it?

Because if what you say to me is true

you function as judge, jury

and executioner, and I think

that's too much power for anyone.

I admit it takes exceptional people

to do what we do--

people who can sublimate their ambitions

to the best interests of the Federation.

People like you.

Me?

You have all the qualifications

to be a very useful member of Section 31.

A few minutes ago, you were calling me a traitor.

And now you want to recruit me.

Well, you're intelligent, resourceful.

You've always been fascinated by covert operations.

Why else would you spend so much time

in Quark's holosuites

playing spy?

You're serious.

We're on the same team.

We believe in the same principles

that every other Federation citizen holds dear.

And yet you violate those principles

as a matter of course.

In order to protect them.

Well, I'm sorry

but the ends don't always justify the means.

Really?

How many lives do you suppose you've saved

in your medical career?

What has that got to do with anything?

Hundreds? Thousands?

Do you suppose those people give a damn

that you lied to get

into Starfleet Medical?

I doubt it.

We deal with threats to the Federation

that jeopardize its very survival.

If you knew how many lives we've saved

I think you'd agree that the ends do justify the means.

I'm not afraid of bending the rules

every once in a while if the situation warrants it.

And I don't think you are either.

You've got the wrong man, Sloan.

I don't think so.

In time, you'll come to agree with me.

Don't hold your breath.

All I ask is that when you get back to Deep Space 9

you consider what I've said.

And what if I decide to expose you?

Let's just say

I'm not going to lose any sleep over it.

I'll say one thing for this fellow, Sloan--

he's clever.

He timed the doctor's abduction

to coincide with his trip

to the medical conference.

That way he wasn't missed.

Yes. He's clever.

We went over Julian's quarters, but we couldn't find

any residual transporter signatures.

So either they got him off the station another way

or they have transporter technology

that we can't detect.

Captain, is there any word from Starfleet

about Sloan or Section 31?

( sighs )

There's no record of a Deputy Director Sloan

anywhere in Starfleet.

And as for Section 31

that's a little more complicated.

Starfleet Command doesn't acknowledge its existence

but they don't deny it either.

They simply said they'd look into it and get back to me.

When?

They didn't say.

That sounds like a cover-up to me.

I can't believe the Federation condones this kind of activity.

ODO: Personally, I find it hard to believe

they wouldn't.

Every other great power has a unit

like Section 31.

The Romulans have the Tal Shiar.

The Cardassians had the Obsidian Order.

But what does that say about us?

When push comes to shove, are we

willing to sacrifice our principles in order to survive?

I wish I had an answer for you, Doctor.

KIRA: Maybe we should

do some checking--

try to track down this Sloan ourselves.

ODO: That won't be easy.

If he's right and Section 31 has existed

since the birth of the Federation

they've learned to cover their tracks very well.

SISKO: We don't have to find them.

They'll come to us.

You said that Sloan tried to recruit you.

I turned him down.

He doesn't strike me

as a man who takes "no" for an answer.

The next time he asks you to join his little group

you will say "yes."

ODO: Well, congratulations

Doctor.

Looks like you're going to get to play a spy after all--

only this time, for real.

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