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Kira:All right, next item.
Item seven, warbird repair and maintenance.
Cretak:Repairs on our ships have continually been delayed in favor of Klingon and Federation vessels.
The Dividices and the Genorex have been waiting almost three weeks while more than a dozen Klingon ships have been given first priority.
O'Brien:Well, I make up the repair schedule according to my assessment of which ships have the greatest need.
Cretak:Odd that the Klingons seem to always have the greatest need.
Worf:They are usually more damaged because Klingon warships are relentless in pressing home their attack.
Cretak:"Reckless" would be another way of putting it.
Worf:The fight must be taken to the enemy.
We cannot win...
Kira:We're not here to debate combat tactics.
Chief, how soon can you have those warbirds into a Docking Bay?
O'Brien:Well, I could bring them in tomorrow.
But that would delay repairs to the Hornet and the Rotarran.
Somebody's going to have to explain to General Martok why his flagship was bumped.
Kira:Worf, you just volunteered for that assignment.
Odo:This brings up the question of shore leave.
At the moment, we have the crews from two Klingon ships on the station.
I'd rather not have that many Klingons and Romulans on the Promenade at the same time.
Cretak:We'll forgo shore leave until the Klingons depart.
Our soldiers are professionals they're here to fight not to get drunk in Quark's.
Kira:All right. That's it for today then.
Same time next week?
Oh, sorry, Senator.
You'll be attending that conference on Romulus, won't you?
Cretak:Yes, but Sub-commander Velal will be here in my place.
Kira:Fine. Have a safe trip.
Cretak:Thank you.
Garak:Ah, yes.
Romulus... how well I remember it.
You'll find the predominant color to be gray-- the buildings, the clothes, the people.
Did you know that the Romulan heart is gray?
It's true.
And altogether appropriate for such an unimaginative race.
Bashir:I take it you didn't enjoy your brief stint on Romulus.
You were... posing as a gardener, weren't you?
Garak:It was one of the few instances where my cover was more enjoyable than the actual assignment.
Bashir:What was the assignment anyway?
Garak:I'm afraid I can't talk about that.
Back to the subject at hand.
What will your role be at this conference?
Bashir:Well, I'll be giving a talk on Dominion biogenic weapons chairing a seminar on ketracel white and attending a meeting on a proposal to transfer 25 Federation hospital ships over to Romulan control.
Garak:How dull.
Bashir:Sorry to disappoint.
Admiral Ross and his staff will be discussing the "exciting" military issues.
Garak:I see.
I trust that Starfleet Intelligence will be sending someone along to make good use of this opportunity.
Bashir:What do you mean?
Garak:Isn't it obvious?
This is a golden opportunity to gather intelligence on Romulan intentions and military capabilities.
Bashir:They're our allies, Garak.
And with any luck this could be the beginning of an entirely new friendship between our peoples.
Garak:The eternal optimist.
Bashir:Guilty as charged.
Garak:How sad.
I must tell you, I'm disappointed in hearing you mouth the usual platitudes of peace and friendship regarding an implacable foe like the Romulans.
But I live in hope that one day you'll come to see this universe for what it truly is rather than what you'd wish it to be.
Bashir:I shall endeavor to become more cynical with each passing day.
Look gift horses squarely in the mouth, and find clouds in every silver lining.
Garak:If only you meant it.
Sloan:Hello, Doctor.
It's good to see you.
I hope you're well-rested.
Section 31 has an assignment for you.

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Bashir:You're taking quite a risk.
I could have a security team here in 30 seconds.
Sloan:I suspect you'd be unable to communicate with anyone outside.
Bashir:I could scream for help.
Sloan:Possible but uncharacteristic.
Screaming for help-- that's too undignified for you.
But don't let me stop you.
I enjoy being wrong.
Bashir:What do you want?
Sloan:You have an assignment.
Bashir:I don't work for you.
Sloan:You passed the test.
You were accepted into the organization.
Bashir:I didn't ask to be accepted.
Sloan:You were nevertheless.
And now it's time to go to work.
I'm sure you're dying to know what your mission is, but you won't give me the satisfaction of admitting it.
So I'll just tell you.
Bashir:Lucky me.
Sloan:Section 31 is extremely interested in this conference of yours.
However, the Tal Shiar will be handling the security arrangements so we'll have virty no chance of using any technical assets to gather intelligence.
As a result, we'll be forced on organic assets like you.
Your mission is to gather data about the Romulan leadership.
In essence, we want you to take the pulse of their government.
No pun intended.
Bashir:You want me to spy on an ally?
Sloan:To evaluate an ally.
And a temporary ally at that.
Now, I say that because when the war is over the following will happen in short order-- the Dominion will be forced back to the Gamma Quadrant.
The Cardassian Empire will be occupied.
The Klingon Empire will spend the next ten years recovering from the war and won't pose a serious threat to anyone.
That leaves two powers to vie for control of the Quadrant-- the Federation and the Romulans.
Bashir:This war isn't over, and you're already planning for the next.
Sloan:Well put.
I hope your report is equally succinct.
Bashir:How many times do I have to tell you, Sloan, I don't work for you.
Sloan:You will.
It's in your nature.
You are a man who loves secrets-- medical, personal, fictional.
I am a man of secrets.
You want to know what I know and the only way to do that is to accept the assignment.
Ezri:Whoa! Easy, Julian.
What's going on?
Bashir:Odo's checked all the security logs.
There's no indication of how Sloan got aboard or where he went.
Sisko:I can't say I'm surprised.
From what we've seen of them Section 31 is very meticulous in covering its tracks.
I had a conversation with Admiral Ross this afternoon.
He and I both agree that the Romulan conference is too important to cancel.
Bashir:What about me?
Sisko:Starfleet Command has promised to send the expert on Dominion biogenic weapons and ketracel white to the conference.
Since that's you, you go.
And we want you to carry out your assignment.
Make a few discreet observations on the Romulan leadership, and then wait for Sloan to contact you again.
Bashir:Somehow, I don't think giving Sloan any information is a good idea.
Sisko:That was my instinct as well, but after talking to Ross I think we might have an opportunity here we can turn to our advantage.
Officially, Starfleet Command has said that they are appalled at the very notion that an organization like Section 31 might exist, and that they plan to get to the bottom of this entire business.
Bashir:And unofficially?
Sisko:They have quietly pushed the investigation aside.
Which means either they don't take Section 31 seriously or... someone at Starfleet Command is protecting them.
Either way, we now have a chance to get someone inside, and I think I want to take it.
Bashir:So you want me to play along?
Pretend that I've decided to work for Sloan after all?
Sisko:Exactly. When he contacts you to find out what you learned at the conference make it seem like you've reluctantly come around to his way of thinking.
Let him believe that he has seduced you into helping him.
Bashir:Well, that shouldn't be too difficult.
Sloan thinks I'm already so tempted that I barely can see straight.
Well, listen, I better pack.
The Bellerophon leaves in three hours.
Sisko:One more thing, Doctor.
Remember this isn't a game.
Section 31 is very dangerous.
If Sloan even suspects that you are really working for us...
Bashir:I understand.
Sisko:Good hunting.

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Cretak:A glass of Romulan ale, Doctor?
Bashir:Thank you, Senator.
Ross:The trading embargo has been officially lifted if you were wondering.
Bashir:It hadn't crossed my mind, actually.
Ross:To one of the many benefits of the alliance.
Bashir:Need a medical team, sir?
Ross:No, thank you.
Cretak:Don't tell me this is your first glass of Romulan ale.
Ross:Well, it was...
Ille... illegal.
Cretak:That never stopped most of your colleagues.
Ross:I know-- I was probably one of the few officers in the fleet who didn't indulge occasionally.
Cretak:Would you like something else?
Ross:No, no, I'll manage.
Bashir:That's the spirit, sir.
Never say die.
Cretak:What an odd expression.
What does it mean?
Sloan:It's a line from an old Earth poem.
Forgive me for interrupting.
I couldn't help overhearing, and etymology is one of my hobbies.
The, uh, phrase "Never say die" is originally from a 19th century poem based on Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice.
Now, it's since passed into the vernacular as an exhortation never to give up no matter the cost.
Sloan:Wendell Greer, Assistant Director U.F.P. Department of Cartography.
Ross:It's a pleasure.
Admiral William Ross, Senator Cretak.
Sloan:Admiral... Senator.
Bashir:And Dr. Julian Bashir.
Sloan:Ah, the physician from Deep Space Nine.
I was hoping to meet you.
I have so many questions about the Bajoran sector-- navigational anomalies, the transport patterns... could you spare a moment?
Unless I'm interrupting.
Ross:Not at all.
Sloan:Try to play your cards a little closer to your vest, Doctor.
You're lucky they didn't see that look of shock on your face.
Bashir:You've managed to get yourself attached to this delegation.
Why do you need me?
Sloan:All in due time.
Now you have a lot of work to do before we arrive at Romulus.
There's a padd in your quarters-- read it.
I'll join you at 2200.
Ross:Well, Mr. Greer certainly has his ducks in a row.
According to the Department of Cartography, he's been a low-level bureaucrat for almost 15 years.
Bashir:It doesn't surprise me he has a solid cover story, sir.
But I think it's too dangerous to allow him to participate in the conference or even set foot on Romulus.
We don't know what he's up to.
Ross:On the other hand, if we move against him now we lose any hope of penetrating Section 31.
His access at this conference will be limited to a few low-level briefings and seminars.
It shouldn't be too hard keeping tabs on him.
If Sloan's here... it suggests something more important than a simple intelligence-gathering mission.
He's up to something and it's imperative that we know what that something is.
We go forward.
Neral-- formerly Proconsul, now Praetor of the Romulan Star Empire.
Neral's ascension to the top post was confirmed by the Continuing Committee a little over a year ago.
His immedie family was killed in a Klingon raid approximately 25 years ago.
His interests include sociology and archaeology.
His favorite food is Delvan pudding, and his pet set'leth's name is Pensho.
Sloan:Very good.
Total recall is a useful attribute for an operative.
Bashir:Koval-- Chairman of the Tal Shiar.
Section 31 believes that he was involved in the death of Vice Admiral Fujisaki last year, but there's no proof.
Sloan:The proof is buried somewhere in Koval's personal database which puts it out of our reach for now.
But believe me, Doctor, the Deputy Chief of Starfleet Intelligence doesn't just die of food poisoning.
I have to give him credit, though.
It was a textbook operation.
There was no sign of foul play and certainly no sign of Romulan involvement.
It was very tidy.
Koval's political status?
Bashir:Ambiguous. He hasn't been elevated to the Continuing Committee which is usually a given for the head of the Tal Shiar.
His nomination is probably being held up because of his opposition to the Federation alliance which is supported by the majority on the Committee.
Sloan:Which, in turn, opens the door for your friend, Senator Cretak.
She's an advocate of the alliance, and she's been lobbying for this open seat.
There is another rumor about Koval which is not contained in his file.
We've heard he's ill-- something called Tuvan Syndrome.
Bashir:I'm familiar with it.
It's a neurological disease which affects mainly Vulcans, Romulans and Rigelians.
It's degenerative, and incurable at present.
Sloan:If Koval is ill, he'll try to hide it.
It's a weakness, and one that could hamper his chances of being appointed to the Committee.
Bashir:Is that what I'm here for?
A diagnosis?
What's the matter, Sloan?
Doesn't Section 31 have its own doctors?
Sloan:Our physicians weren't genetically enhanced.
They need equipment to make a diagnosis-- equipment that the Romulans won't permit at this conference.
Bashir:I'm incapable of making a diagnosis by simply looking at a man.
Sloan:Oh, your genetically- enhanced friends determined that Gul Damar killed a woman just by watching him give a political speech.
I'm sure you can do better than that.
Bashir:You're going to make a move against Koval, aren't you?
You're going to find a way to use his illness to keep him off the Committee.
I suppose it would be naive of me to point out that interfering in the internal affairs of a sovereign power is explicitly forbidden by the Federation Charter.
Sloan:Without confirming or denying your speculation, I will say that if Koval comes to power it'll be a disaster for the Federation.
He'll argue for the Romulans to abrogate the alliance and negotiate a separate peace with the Dominion, and I don't think I need to tell you what that would do to the course of the war.
Bashir:You can't justify that by manipulating...
Sloan:Let's make a deal, Doctor-- I'll spare you the ends-justify-the-means speech, and you spare me the we-must-do-what's-right speech.
You and I are not going to see eye to eye on this subject so I suggest we stop discussing it.
This mission is reconnaissance.
We are not going to be called upon to do anything other than that.
Now, why don't you get some rest?
We'll be in orbit of Romulus by 0600, and you will need to have your wits about you.

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Koval:Dr. Julian Bashir?
Koval:I understand you were the officer who first identified the biogenic weapon known as "The Quickening."
Bashir:That's right-- on Boranis III, in the Gamma Quadrant.
I don't believe we've been introduced.
Bashir:Well, it's a pleasure to meet you.
Bashir:Well, you've got me there.
It's just a simple form of expression, I suppose.
Koval:And like most human expressions completely devoid of meaning.
Can the Dominion's Quickening virus be replicated?
Bashir:We've had a little difficulty in, uh, recreating the exact rna sequence of the virus which is why we've been unable to develop a vaccine.
However, there are alternate methods of making vaccines being studied...
Koval:I'm not interested in the vaccine.
I'm interested in the virus.
Do you know how to introduce the Quickening into a population?
Koval:I look forward to hearing your lecture.
Cretak:You're going to make a very fine operative, Doctor.
Bashir:I beg your pardon?
Cretak:The Chairman of the Tal Shiar rarely speaks with anyone in public-- much less someone wearing that uniform.
Starfleet Intelligence should recruit you immediately.
Bashir:What makes you think I'm not working for them already?
Cretak:Somehow, it wouldn't surprise me if half the people in this room turned out to be operatives.
Bashir:You are joking.
Cretak:It may be impolitic to say this, but there are those who believe the alliance is merely a... momentary truce.
Bashir:And are you one of them?
Cretak:Oh, I could ask you the same thing.
Bashir:Oh, in my case, it's a firm "no," but you've answered my question-- with a question.
Cretak:I try not to predict the future.
Bashir:What about Chairman Koval?
Cretak:You tell me.
You just sstke with him.
That's more than I've done in six months.
Bashir:I take it you two don't get along.
Cretak:We have different views.
Bashir:Which are?
Cretak:State secrets.
Bashir:This is an adult female inhabitant of Boranis III.
The markings on the face are typical of a humanoid who's been infected by the disease, but who has not yet entered the terminal stage.
In this next photograph, you can tell by the necrotic nature of the lesions that the patient has, indeed, entered the terminal stage of the disease.
This is also marked by an increase in leukocyte production.
Such increases are accompanied by several other symptoms...
Thank you.
Sloan:Very enlightening.
Bashir:Next time, I'll do the lecture with hand puppets just for you.
Thank you very much.
Sloan:I'm glad to see you still have your sense of humor.
I trust you noticed who was sitting in the front row.
Bashir:Yes. He came to see me this morning between sessions.
He wanted to know more about specifically, if I knew how to replicate the virus and how to introduce it into a population.
Sloan:What did you think of his health?
Bashir:Didn't you hear what I just said?
Sloan:I heard you.
Koval wants to get his hands on the Quickening.
It's not news to me that the head of the Tal Shiar is interested in biogenic weapons.
Pull your head out of the sand, and take a look around, Doctor.
These are not nice people we're dealing with here.
Now answer my question.
Bashir:His eyelids were slightly displaced.
He had a noticeable weakness in the facial muscles-- probably the result of a compromised neuromuscular function-- and his respiration was somewhat irregular.
Sloan:Bottom line.
Bashir:He may have Tuvan Syndrome.
But if he does, it's in the very early stages.
Sloan:How long does he have?
Bashir:If his case fits the profile he will start experiencing a loss of motor skills in ten to 15 years-- with a life expectancy in the 20 to 25-year range.
Sloan:Are there instances in which the disease accelerates without warning?
Bashir:It happens, but in less than five percent of the cases.
Sloan:Is there anything that could trigger the acceleration?
Bashir:You know... I don't know what you're asking me.
Sloan:Never mind.
Thank you, Doctor.
You've been very helpful.
Ross:This is unbelievable.
Let's put aside for the moment that he's contemplating the murder of a high-ranking official.
What in the hell makes him think that the next head of the Tal Shiar would be any better than Koval?
Bashir:Well, Sloan's more concerned with who gets the empty seat on the Continuing Committee.
He's hoping that Cretak gets that.
Ross:Well, I sort of agree with him there.
Cretak, for all her abrasiveness is at least a patriot.
Bashir:What makes her any different from Koval?
Ross:If you saw the reports from Starfleet Intelligence that I see you would never ask that question.
Koval would like nothing better than to see the Romulan banner waving over Earth.
Believe me, Doctor, Chairman Koval is not someone we want to see at the Praetor's right hand.
I'll have Sloan confined to his quarters immediately, but that may not solve our problem.
Ross:Has it occurred to you that you and Sloan may not be the only ones here working for Section 31?
For all we know, he has a confederate somewhere in the delegation.
Bashir:Sloan did say that "our" mission would be strictly reconnaissance-- that we wouldn't be called upon to do anything else.
That could suggest another operative-- someone whose mission isn't limited to reconnaissance.
Ross:If that's true, it could be anyone-- even a member of the Bellerophon crew.
Bashir:Or a Romulan.
Bashir:Sir, I believe Sloan has an accomplice here... on Romulus.
Ross:What makes you say that?
Bashir:First, Sloan has too much information on the inner workings of their government-- too many insights into their political process.
Second, Sloan's plan is to kill Koval, while making it appear to be an accelerated case of Tuvan Syndrome.
Now, the only way to do that would be to expose Koval to a short burst of nadion radiation.
The simplest plan would be to maneuver him near a phaser relay and surreptitiously irradiate him.
Now, since I doubt very much that Sloan is going to have the chance to do that it stands to reason someone else is going to have to.
Ross:A Romulan?
Sir, Sloan may have already gotten things underway.
We have to warn them.
Ross:And how am I supposed to explain Section 31 to the Romulans?
All hell would break loose if they hear that there's a rogue Federation agency running around plting assassinations.
It could bring the alliance down.
Besides, all we have is speculation at this point.
Ross:The answer is no.
After I have Sloan arrested I'll break radio silence and inform Starfleet Command of the situation.
Your orders are to sit tight and do nothing until you hear from me.
Bashir:Aye, aye, sir.
Hickam:I don't know.
Jepella said she went in to deliver a report and found him slumped over his desk.
Wheeler:Do they have any idea what happened?
Hickam:Dr. Frame said it looked like an aneurysm, but they're still running tests.
Wheeler:I saw the Admiral this morning... he looked fine.
They say that's the way it happens.
Bashir:Which admiral are you talking about?
Hickam:Uh, Admiral Ross, sir.
He collapsed at his desk.
Bashir:Where is he?
Wheeler:Sick Bay.

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Bashir:I can't trust anybody aboard the Bellerophon.
And I can't contact DS9.
For security reasons, there's been a communications blackout.
Senator, I have no one else to turn to.
I need your help.
Cretak:To do what?
Bashir:That Sloan has an accomplice within the Romulan government.
Someone who's going to help him carry out this assassination.
Cretak:Koval has been saying that there's a traitor in the Senate.
Someone working for Starfleet Intelligence.
Bashir:Section 31 isn't part of Starfleet Intelligence.
Cretak:They are Federation citizens working to advance your interests.
That makes them your responsibility.
Bashir:You're absolutely right.
That's why I'm doing everything I can to stop them.
I'm trying to convince Sloan that Koval doesn't have Tuvan Syndrome, but he may have already asked his accomplice to proceed.
So if we want to be sure to stop this assassination we have to find Sloan's Romulan accomplice.
Cretak:And you expect me to find this traitor.
Bashir:Sloan said something about Koval having a personal database.
It stands to reason that it contains a list of potential suspects.
Now, is there any possible way you can get me a copy of this database so that I can run an analysis of...
Cretak:You are asking me to hand over secret documents.
Bashir:I'm asking you to put aside three centuries of mistrust between our peoples and help me stop a murder.
Senator, if we can't reach out and bridge the gulf that is between us if we can't trust each other, a man will die, and we will be partially responsible.
I need your help.
Sloan:You wanted to see me, Doctor?
I'm not convinced that Koval is suffering from Tuvan Syndrome.
His symptoms could be the result of any number of different health problems.
Sloan:You didn't say that before.
Bashir:Well, I'm not an expert on Romulan physiology.
Most of my knowledge on Tuvan Syndrome comes from studies done on Vulcan patients.
Sloan:I thought Vulcans and Romulans were virtually identical.
Bashir:Yes, but there are some important genetic differences.
And the more I study the available data on Romulan physiology the less sure I am that my diagnosis was correct.
Sloan:How could you find out for sure?
Bashir:The best way would be to do an examination, but I hardly think he'll agree to that.
Sloan:What if you obtained a sample of his skin cells?
Could you run an analysis?
But how do you propose...
Cretak:We'll treat your palm with a microcellular adhesive.
The next time you shake his hand you'll get your sample.
Bashir:All right.
Bashir:Mr. Chairman.
What a pleasure to see you again.
I'd be very happy to resume our discussion on the Quickening before this conference is adjourned.
Koval:I believe you answered all my questions, Doctor.
Bashir:Well, I'm glad to have been able to help.
Koval:Doctor, I would like to have a word with you on another matter.
In private.
Bashir:Of course. I believe the lecture hall's empty.
Koval:We have other more comfortable facilities available if you please.
Koval:Sit down.
Koval:I can assure you that you will be sitting in that chair one way or the other, Doctor.
Koval:Now we'll have our private talk.
Bashir:What shall we talk about?
Koval:Why you're really on Romulus.
Who you're working for, and, of course who's helping you.
Don't worry... I won't waste your time with pointless questions.
Koval:This can be painful or not.
That's up to you, Doctor.
Either way, I will know what you know.

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Koval:It appears that your brain's neuro-cellular structure is not susceptible to our scanning techniques.
Evidently the result of the genetic enhancements made to your parietal cortex.
Koval:I do have other methods at my disposal, but it would save everyone a great deal of trouble if you would simply tell me what I want to know.
Bashir:You haven't asked me any questions yet.
Koval:I think you know what I'm interested in.
Who are you working for?
Why are you here?
Bring him.
Neral:Dr. Julian Bashir.
You are appearing before the Continuing Committee of the Romulan people.
Any statements will be made part of the official record.
Senator Cretak is charged with attempting to access a Tal Shiar database without proper authorization.
The Senator has told the Committee a remarkable story.
Since you are a key figure in her story we are most eager to hear your version of events.
Bashir:What I am about to say may be shocking.
It may even damage the relations between our two peoples, but it's the truth.
A few days ago, I became aware of a plot to assassinate Chairman Koval it was conceived of by a man known to me only as "Sloan."
He works for an organization called Section 31.
They see themselves as protecting the interests of the Federation although they have absolutely no official standing.
Once I realized what Sloan was attempting to do I contacted Senator Cretak in order to enlist her aid in stopping him.
Neral:Why her?
Bashir:I had no one else to turn to.
I was unable to contact Deep Space Nine, and I couldn't trust anybody aboard the Bellerophon.
Neral:But you felt that you could trust a Romulan senator?
Bashir:Yes. For all our differences I do respect her.
Bashir:For reasons that are extremely complicated I came to believe that there's a traitor in your government working for Section 31.
I asked the Senator to obtain the database so that we could unmask this person and prevent the assassination.
Neral:Senator Cretak, why didn't you come to me with this information?
Cretak:I was afraid that if word of this... plot... got out it would destroy the alliance.
I decided to keep my own counsel.
I regret that decision.
Neral:As well you should, Kimara.
Koval:It's an interesting story, but it's not the whole story.
If I may be permitted to bring in another witness?
Koval:Bring in Prisoner 527.
Praetor, this is the man known as Sloan.
Unlike the Doctor, his mind is quite susceptible to our data-retrieval methods.
Under questioning, he has confirmed much of what the Doctor, and the Senator have told you with one important exception-- there is no Section 31.
Sloan, in fact, works for Starfleet Intelligence.
Far from being the master of a rogue agency, he is simply one of many operatives in the employ of the Federation.
He's had a long career.
Most of which is still unknown to us.
However, there is one interesting element that we do know-- he was the protege of the late Vice Admiral Fujisaki.
Sloan did not take the death of his mentor well.
He came to believe he was murdered by the Tal Shiar.
In his eyes, the assassination of a Starfleet admiral was "stepping over the line."
Isn't that the phrase?
After Fujisaki's death, he was confronted with a dilemma.
How could he seek vengeance without violating the Federation's laws?
His answer was to invent Section 31 a rogue organization that answered to no one.
If they killed the head of the Tal Shiar, Starfleet Intelligence would be held blameless.
As the Committee knows I have been diagnosed with Tuvan Syndrome.
Sloan became aware of my condition and hoped to make my death look like a sudden acceleration of the disease.
To do that, he needed a Doctor so Sloan arranged to recruit Dr. Bashir into Section 31.
After that, Sloan bided his time and waited for an opportunity to present itself.
He found one when he learned of this conference.
He then arranged for Bashir to be invited.
Everything was going perfectly, but then he made a fatal mistake.
He decided to come to Romulus himself.
He was unaware that his identity had become known to us.
Once we recognized him in the delegation we knew immediately that an intelligence operation was underway.
What I don't understand is why.
Why did you come here and take the risk of being discovered?
Sloan:I had to make sure nothing went wrong, and I wanted to watch you die, you...
Koval:You broke the cardinal rule of our profession.
You allowed business to become personal.
Neral:So there was an assassination plan?
Koval:Most definitely.
As to the involvement of the Doctor and the Senator, Dr. Bashir may have intended to kill me or he may have intended to save me.
There is no way to know for certain.
As for Senator Cretak we all know she's an ambitious woman.
It is entirely possible she would welcome my death especially if it meant her being elevated to the Continuing Committee in my place.
Cretak:That is a lie, Koval.
I was trying to save your life.
Koval:Well, then you're simply a fool.
You let a Starfleet Intelligence officer manipulate you into committing an act of treason.
Neral:It is the finding of this Committee that Senator Cretak has conspired to commit treason against the state.
Sentence to be determined at a later date.
Dr. Bashir will be returned to the Bellerophon.
Mr. Sloan... is remanded to the custody of the Tal Shiar for further interrogation.
Ross:Come in.
Bashir:Feeling, uh, better, sir?
Dr. Frame tells me that I should take it easy for a few days, but... paperwork waits for no man.
What can I do for you?
Bashir:I have a question.
Where's Sloan?
Ross:Sloan's dead.
Bashir:Admiral... where's Sloan?
Ross:If we're going to have this discussion, then it's off the record.
Ross:But before I answer your question answer mine.
How did you know?
Bashir:The man Koval described was not the same man who recruited me into Section 31.
Anyone clever enough to pull the wool so completely over my eyes wouldn't have been caught by the Romulans so easily.
There had to be another explanation, and then I remembered that you were the one that planted the idea in my head that Sloan had an accomplice.
You were the one who didn't want to tell the Romulans that there was an assassination plot.
You were the one who issued the orders preventing me from contacting Deep Space Nine.
And when the time came to arrest Sloan you conveniently had an aneurysm leaving me alone with no one to turn to for help except Cretak, and as I realized your involvement the rest began to fall into place.
Where is he?
Ross:I don't know.
Bashir:But he's alive... isn't he?
Ross:He was supposed to be beamed away a split second before the phaser beam hit him.
Whether it worked or not, I couldn't say.
Bashir:How long has Koval been working for Starfleet?
Ross:He's been providing the Federation with critical military intelligence for over a year.
When he started working with Section 31, I don't know.
Bashir:But in any case, we have our mole.
Working for us at the top levels of Romulan government good for us.
And what about your friend, Senator Cretak?
What's going to happen to her?
Ross:Dismissed from the Senate... definitely.
Imprisoned, most likely.
Ross:I hope not.
Bashir:You set her up!
She was an innocent woman, and you let Sloan destroy her.
She believed in the alliance.
She was on our side.
Ross:No, she wasn't.
I told you before, Julian-- she's a patriot which means, if it serves the interests of the Romulans to negotiate a separate peace with the Dominion, Cretak would push that option and believe me, the Dominion would like nothing more than to make a deal with the Romulans right now.
Bashir:So Koval becomes your guarantee that that does not happen, and as a man who was nearly killed for anti-Federation activities his recommendation to stay in the war becomes more convincing.
Ross:That's the general idea.
Bashir:And how long have you worked for Section 31?
Ross:I don't.
Bashir:Oh, just a temporary alliance, is it?
Ross:Something like that.
Bashir:You don't see anything wrong with what happened, do you?
Ross:I don't like it, but I've spent the last year and a half of my life ordering young men and young women to die.
I like that even less.
Bashir:That's a glib answer and a cheap way to avoid the fact that you've trampled on the very thing that those young men and women are out there dying to protect!
Does that not mean anything to you?!
Ross: Inter arma enim silent leges.
Bashir:"In time of war, the law falls silent."
So is that what we have become-- a 24th-century Rome driven by nothing other than the certainty that Caesar can do no wrong?!
Ross:This conversation never happened.
You're dismissed.
Sloan:Good evening.
Bashir:Are you expecting applause?
Have you come to take a bow?
Sloan:I just wanted to say thank you.
Ross:For what?
Allowing you to manipulate me so completely?
Sloan:For being a decent human being.
That's why we selected you in the first place, Doctor.
We needed somebody who wanted to play the game, but who'd only go so far.
When the time came, you stood your ground.
You did the right thing.
You reached out to an enemy.
You told her the truth.
You tried to stop a murder.
The Federation needs men like you, Doctor.
Men of conscience.
Men of principle.
Men who can sleep at night.
You're also the reason Section 31 exists.
Someone has to protect men like you from a universe that doesn't share your sense of right and wrong.
Bashir:Should I feel sorry for you?
Should I be weeping over the burden you're forced to carry in order to protect the rest of us?
Sloan:It is an honor to know you, Doctor.
Good night.
Bashir:Bashir to security.
Odo:Odo here.
Bashir:Never mind.
My mistake.


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