A/N: That's right; I finally posted the second chapter. Forgive me for taking so long, but I've been outlining and writing character profiles so this story will be perfect. In addition, I saw IT in the theatre last year and got obsessed with it (pun not intended) as well as everything else by Stephen King. Right now, I'm reading Salem's Lot. I'm also re-reading the Animorphs book series and I'm on number fourteen.

I'd like to thank Allucia and MammonDaughter for beta reading as well as hashakgig for helping me with Star Trek information. I'd also like to remind you that, if you recognize it from the Star Trek community, I don't own it.

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Marino walked into the Constable's office to find herself surrounded by walls of a dull grey devoid of any decoration. The whole room was almost barren, save for two brown lounge chairs in front of a long and slightly circular desk of the same color and a gray bucket in the corner. Dust marks surrounded each item, as if no one's bothered to move any of them in years. Behind the desk sat a skinny man with brushed back dirty blond hair and unnaturally sunken eyes, almost alien, wearing the standard Bajoran uniform. He seemed enveloped with his desk, as if he were hard at work on the latest investigation. If Marino didn't know any better, she'd swear that the man was a Bajoran the Cardassians conducted experiments on to make him the perfect security officer. Then she remembered people who would often synthetically change their appearance from having scanners inserted into their eyes to having their skin colored green. The Bajorans wouldn't have access to that kind of technology, but the Cardassians definitely would. One look at the way the skin around Odo's eyes sunk to draw more attention to them was enough for Marino to reconsider that notion.

Thankfully, she did know better, because the man had no wrinkles on his nose. Behind him was a wall with neon green vertical lines that reminded Marino of the green rain on the old computer screens in The Matrix holodeck program.

"You know, if I squint hard enough, I think I can see people," the ensign said, gazing at that very wall.

The man only gruffed.

"I take it you're Constable Odo, the tightass investigator buried in his work." Marino said, crossing her arms and, once again, noticing the lack of decoration. "Gotta admit, I was hoping for something a little more original but, then again, why mess with the classics?"

"And how would you­—" the Constable said, lifting his head up to face her and practically bolted out of his chair. "You?!"

"I see my reputation precedes me."

"I've read your report."

"Then you must be very thorough," Marino told him, taking a drink from her flask. "Taking the time to study the people who will be working under you."

Odo narrowed his eyes at her as he rested his hands on the desk in an authoritative manner. "You shouldn't be drinking from that."

The ensign rolled her eyes. "Relax, it's just synthehol," she told him as if she were explaining to her mother that her tattoo was fake.

"For your sake, you better stick to that," Odo told her harshly. "I expect my security officers to behave in a professional manner, on and off duty."

"Considering your bucket, I thought you'd be a little more open-minded about off-duty fun," Marino said as she took the right seat in front of Odo's desk.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Why else would you have that bucket there if not for nights where you get so wasted, you can't even find the bathroom?"

Odo looked at Marino as if she just told him that fairies were real. "What exactly do you think that bucket's for?"

"Didn't I just tell you?"

"Elaborate."

Marino gave a frustrated sigh. "I'd expect a little more intelligence from Deep Space Nine's top investigator but, very well, I will elaborate," Marino told him condescendingly. "You work hard, you play hard. Sometimes you get so wasted that you want to vomit, but you can't get to the toilet in time," she explained to Odo as if he were a simpleton. "So, you have a backup plan with the bucket." The ensign pointed to the dust marks around the bucket. "Then again, judging by how clean it is and how the dust marks line up around it, you've either never had to use it or you're so uptight, you actually clean the bucket and place it in the exact same spot, making sure to memorize where you put it." She put her feet up on the desk. "Normally, I wouldn't judge you for this, but you made that stupid comment about how your security officers must behave professionally, on and off duty. So, now, I'm totally judging." Marino stroked her pendant. "Also, memorizing where you keep your bucket? Serious waste of brain power, if you ask me."

"First, get your feet off of my desk and sit properly," he ordered. "Second, you're wrong about my bucket."

Marino sat up straight and gave a single blink. "What?

Odo gave her a smug smile. "I said that you're wrong." Marino shook her hands furiously as she heard the Constable mutter her least favorite words in any language. "And, to think, your file said that you were smart," Odo said, as if he were challenging Marino to prove her worth.

"I can also tell that you're not from this quadrant, you earned the respect of the Cardassians and you managed to gain the trust of the Bajorans, and that you grew up in a lab," Marino said all in one breath, responding to the Constable's challenge.

It was his turn to blink silently.

"So, tell me," Marino said, folding her arms with a smug smile. "How much of that was wrong?"

"Actually..." Odo hesitated and then admitted begrudgingly. "It was all correct."

"I knew it!" Marino shouted with glee as she jumped up from her chair. "My deductions are never wrong!" Odo gave her a glance. "Well, most of the time."

"Tell me," the Constable said with genuine curiosity. "How did you manage to deduce this?"

"The Bajorans drove the Cardassians out recently, yet you seem right at home in your office as if you've been there for years. You still have your job, so the Bajorans must not hate you. I'm also familiar with every species known to the AQ and I've never seen anything like you before. Since your species is unknown, it's not hard to believe that you got sent to a lab when they found you, something the Kents always feared would happen to Clark."

Again, she managed to say all of this in one breath, stunning Odo.

"I suppose that was rather impressive," he admitted begrudgingly

"And, believe me, that was an easy one," Marino bragged as she sat back down.

"Really?" Odo said with an irritated smile. "Then why don't I make my own deductions about you?"

Marino shrugged. "Sure, knock yourself out."

"You're an arrogant young woman who enjoys showing off and flaunting authority. You completely ignore proper uniform code and our new Starfleet authority assigned you here because, after the incident, they didn't know what to do with you," Odo told her. "However, if you ask me, Starfleet was a being a little too lenient."

"And what would you have done?" the ensign asked. "Send me to a penal colony?"

"I would have made sure to keep you in line," Odo told her. "As I plan to do now."

"And how exactly do you plan to 'keep me in line?'"

Odo folded his arms and gave Marino one command. "Take off your necklace."

Marino clasped her pendant protectively as she uttered one word. "No."

"This is a direct order from your superior officer!"

"And I'll tell you the same thing I told my other superior officers," Marino countered back. "The only way you're getting this necklace off is over my dead body."

This defiance only served to anger Odo.

"I don't know what they let you get away with in Starfleet but, on my station—" Before the Constable could finish that thought, his computer beeped. "Yes, Major?" he asked, hitting a button on his desk.

"Odo, are you reading something at A14?" a female voice asked.

"My security array has been down for two hours," Odo explained to her. "I'll meet you there." He shut off his computer and turned to Marino. "Come with me."

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Odo and Marino walked into the Promenade to see a young Ferengi boy wearing civilian clothes clutching a bag with an adult male B'Kaazi companion doing their best to escape.

"All right, just stand where you are!" Odo ordered.

Meanwhile, a Starfleet man with short black hair and a dark skin tone entered the room along with a Bajoran woman with a light skin tone and chin-length red hair.

"Hold it!" The woman ordered.

The B'Kaazi wound up a mace and threw it at Odo, whose head turned to liquid as he phased through the object. The Starfleet officer shot the wall and put a halt to it. In all this confusion, Marino grabbed the Ferengi boy.

"A kid!?" Marino said with disbelief, keeping a grip tight enough not to let him escape and loose enough not to hurt him.

"I'm not a kid, female!" the Ferengi spat back at her, as if female were a swear word. "And my name is Nog."

"Could've fooled me, kid," Marino said, letting her grip tighten slightly.

While Marino was handling Nog, the B'Kaazi tried to make a run for it only for Odo to block his exit at the last second and hold him against the wall. The Starfleet officer shot a phaser near Odo and the B'Kaazi's location.

"That's enough!" the man said.

"Who the hell are you?" Odo demanded to know, turning to face the man.

"Odo," the woman Marino recognized as the voice from the computer said to him. "This is our new Starfleet Commander."

"Then that makes you Commander Sisko," Marino said knowingly.

"And you're Ensign Marino," Commander Sisko acknowledged with a slight tone of disapproval.

"You know her?" the major asked.

"She has a bit of a... reputation...."

Odo walked up to Sisko with an angry look. "I'd hate to break up this little meeting, but I don't allow weapons on the Promenade," he told the commander sternly. "And that includes phasers."

"Nog," said a distressed voice from Marino's side who sounded like Quark.

The ensign turned around to see the same Ferengi she met earlier, the one intent on leaving. She felt Nog try to escape her grasp but turned around just in time to stop him. "Nice try," she told the boy smugly who only hissed back in response.

"What's going on?" Quark asked.

"The boy's in a lot of trouble," Odo explained as he indicated Nog, who Marino still had a grip on.

Quark walked up to Sisko. "Commander, my name is Quark," he introduced himself. "I used to run the local gambling establishment." He looked at Nog with resigned disapproval. "This is my brother's boy." Quark hissed at Nog. "Surely you can see that he has only a peripheral involvement in all this."

Marino couldn't help herself from laughing, not that she wanted to.

"Was it something I said?" Quark asked, turning to her.

"I just think you and I have a very different definition of 'peripheral.'"

"Really?" Quark asked her as if he were talking to a small child. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

Marino clenched her free hand at the former barkeep's condescending tone. "It means that Nog and his 'friend' were stealing ore samples before leaving."

"Of course, I forgot about your imagination," Quark said with a laugh that sounded condescending and worried at the same time. "Commander, who are you going to believe? A respectable business man or a Starfleet officer with a 'reputation?'"

"This Starfleet officer with a reputation..." Marino began, briefly glancing at Sisko to notice a slight smell of cooking spices and marks on his left hand that resembled the handle of a cooking pot. On Sisko's right hand were a few marks from something Marino couldn't identify and the silhouette of a wedding ring on Sisko's finger. "Can also tell that our Commander is a divorced chef."

"And I wouldn't call you respectable," the major told Quark with clear distaste.

"Even she agrees with me," Marino said, indicating the major and her resigned facial expression, as if someone forced her to eat gagh. "And she hates the Federation."

"What?" the woman asked her with slight hostility.

"Come on, you look at everyone in a uniform like they're rats you want to exterminate," Marino told her as if it were obvious. "You think we're just another group of invaders honing in on your territory, and right after you got rid of your last unwanted guests."

"And what do you know about unwanted guests?!"

"I know a little something about that," Marino said with clear distaste and then quickly changed the subject. "Just like I know you're a former freedom fighter who's almost as rigid as the Constable."

"Excuse me?!" the Major and Odo shouted at the same time.

"Only someone who spent her entire life fighting the Cardassians would be pissed that the Federation's been stationed here," Marino said to the major in a matter of fact tone. "Plus, you've both got the resting bitch face and the rigid attitude. If you ask me, you could both use a good fuck." The ensign gave the Constable a slight glance. "Though, I find that hard to believe, considering that I know a ton of people who would love to get their hands on an exotic species like you." Then Marino looked the Bajoran woman up and down. "And there's no shortage of people who would help you relieve tension, myself included."

Quark looked at Marino with a lecherous grin on his face, while Odo and the Bajoran looked at Marino as if they wanted to throw her out of an airlock. Sisko only viewed the situation as if he were torn between irritation and amusement.

"That's quite enough!" he ordered Marino.

Quark turned to Sisko, bringing the issue back to himself. "Anyway, we're scheduled to depart tomorrow. If we could—"

Whatever deal Quark wanted to make with Sisko, Marino didn't hear. She caught sight of the same Cardassian from earlier with his steel blue eyes. He stood in the hallway, watching her intently like a wolf studying his prey.

"Marino," Odo's stern voice said, breaking the ensign out of her daze.

"Yeah, what?"

"Didn't you hear Commander Sisko? We need to take Nog to a holding cell."

"Oh, right," the ensign said, her grip firm on Nog's arm as they went to the doors of Odo's office.

Marino spared one last look at where she saw the Cardassian, but he was nowhere in sight. Either this man was faster than the Flash, picked up some great stealth techniques, or he really was just an illusion.

They went inside Odo's office and made their way to the brig, placing Nog in a holding cell as he protested in a manner similar to Shere Khan when Marino would put him in a pet taxi. Then they went back to Odo's office, the constable once again taking the seat behind his desk.

"Guess I was a little rude earlier," she told Odo while he looked through the files on his computer.

"A little?" Odo scoffed.

"All right, I was way rude earlier," the ensign corrected, taking a drink from her flask. "Want a sip?"

"I don't drink."

"Usually, I take that to mean you don't like alcohol even in synthetic form," Marino said, putting her flask away. "In your case, I'll take it to mean that you don't drink at all."

"And how did you reach that conclusion?"

"That hired hand threw a mace at you and your head turned to liquid," Marino explained, crossing her arms. "Not to mention that you carry yourself with a posture way too perfect for someone with your lack of physique." Then she quickly added. "If you don't mind me saying."

Odo just nodded.

"So, liquid must be your true form and the bucket is where you rest," Marino deduced, glancing briefly at the bucket with an amused smile. "Yeah, I was way off about that."

"This time, you're right."

"Hey, a detective is only as good as the information she gathers."

After an uncomfortable pause, Odo broke the silence. "Does this bother you?"

"Not really. It just makes me a little nervous," Marino admitted. "I've never worked with a superhero before."

"A superhero?" Odo repeated, looking up from his computer.

"They're these people with superhuman abilities who use them for the good of mankind," Marino explained, her voice getting more excited as her brain found herself in a world she could only make real on the holodeck. "Like Superman, the X-Men, Batman and now you." Marino chuckled a bit. "Okay, Batman didn't have any super powers but, with his skills, he got around that."

Odo could only answer her with a stunned silence. "If this is an attempt at flattery, it won't work."

"Trust me, I only speak the truth," Marino told him with a reassuring smile. "You've got all of the qualities, you have superhuman powers and you only use them in the pursuit of justice." Her voice dropped. "Which can't be easy on this station."

"Truer words were never spoken."

"Yeah, look at the people you've got to deal with," Marino said, doing her best to sound sympathetic. "You've got Quark plotting and scheming every chance he gets, Bajorans learning to hate each other all over again because they no longer share a common enemy and a Cardassian stupid enough to—"

Odo looked up from his computer. "What's that you said about a Cardassian?"

"Well, I noticed that there was a Cardassian man on the station," Marino explained nonchalantly. "Tall, blue eyes, civilian clothes, a bit stocky." She turned to Odo casually. "You know him?"

"His name is Garak," Odo explained, getting up from his seat. "And he's the station's tailor."

"So why's he conducting his business on a Bajoran station?" Marino asked Odo and then corrected herself. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not one to judge someone's merit based on whether they have ridges on their neck, but the majority can be rather simplistic and—"

"—They wouldn't buy from a Cardassian."

"Worse, they'd tar and feather him," Marino said under her breath yet loud enough for Odo to hear. "Or the 24th Century equivalent of it."

"Tar and feather?"

"A long time ago, people used to smear hot tar on someone they despised and cover them with feathers," Marino shuddered at the thought. "I'm sure they don't have an archaic practice like that on Bajor and the Federation would never allow it, but I can't imagine that some of the more simplistic minded Bajorans would ever purchase clothes from a Cardassian tailor." The ensign contemplatively looked out the door window at the ruins of the Promenade. "So, either the guy's really stupid or being a tailor is his cover."

"I hate to say it, but you do have a point," Odo conceded. "Now that Quark's leaving, I might have more time to investigate Garak," he stated and then looked at Marino. "And you."

"Actually, I don't think Quark's leaving," Marino said, turning back to look Odo in the eye. "And something tells me, even with your abilities, you won't have time to keep an eye on me, Quark and Garak."

"And why do you think Quark's not leaving?"

"Well, I think the station needs the Promenade to function and who better to bring it to life than Quark?"

Odo scoffed. "Try telling Quark that."

"I did, he didn't listen to me," Marino said bitterly. "Though I think he'll listen to Sisko."

Right on cue, Sisko and Quark walked through the door to Odo's office.

"We have a few things to discuss," Sisko explained.

"Then I guess you don't need me," Marino said, about to leave through the door.

"Actually, Ensign, I was hoping to talk to you after this is over," Sisko said with a slight commanding tone.

"It might be awhile," Marino pointed out. "I've got my work cut out for me on DS9, and I don't think you're quite done integrating yourself with the Bajorans."

"All right, Ensign Marino," he said with a slight distaste. "After I've talked with the Bajoran government, I'd like to have a meeting with you." Then Sisko smiled in a way that Marino found unsettling. "Then we can talk all about your deductions and your past."

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Patel went to the Infirmary, the only room in the station that looked the least as if a bomb went off. He sorted through some of the files, wondering when the new CMO would get here and add the Starfleet records. However, he had to admit, it was amazing what information the Cardassians already had on their computer. One in particular impressed him, a file about a man named Crell. Patel heard of this Cardassian doctor through Starfleet Medical files, but he never knew that this was the very man who cured the Fotossa Virus. Patel couldn't help but smile, glad that, even in the darkest times, there was still some hope. Sure, it might be a little cheesy, but it was still a happy thought.

Patel left the Infirmary with nothing left to do but look at the huge mess of scattered chairs, tables and the dishes practically covering the floor.

I don't envy the cleaning crew, he thought, scanning the huge mess.

Then he saw a Bajoran woman with her red hair at chin length and a stern expression on her face placing one of the fallen circular tables upright.

"Need any help?" he asked her.

"Go ahead," the woman told him bitterly. "If it's not too much work for you."

"Don't worry about me," Patel told her, holding the other end of the table. "I used to help set up the Parissee Squares equipment before I made the team."

"What's Parissee Squares?"

"It's a sport we play on Earth," Patel answered as he and the woman carried the table to the center of the room. "One that's a little difficult to explain."

"Why's that?" the woman asked him as they put the table down.

"You just have to see it to believe it," Patel told her, taking a nearby chair that was still intact. "I'm Chris by the way. Dr. Chris Patel."

"Major Kira Nerys," Nerys told him as she grabbed one of the nearby chairs.

"Nice to meet you, Major Nerys," Patel said, placing the chair near the table..

"Major Kira," Kira told her as she placed her chair right across from where Patel placed his. "Bajorans use their family names first and their given names last."

"Some places on Earth do that too."

"Are you from one of them?"

"No," Patel answered, walking to a nearby table. "I'm from New Jersey. My parents are from Gujarat." Patel smiled as the intense heat brought back memories. "We actually had a summer home there."

"How nice," Kira said bitterly as she walked to the same table.

"What about you?" Patel asked as they worked together to set the table up right.

"I grew up on an occupied Bajor, struggling to survive and we didn't have a nice summer home," Kira told him, the anger seething in her voice.

Patel's face fell. "Sorry, I didn't mean to rub it in," he said as they both lifted the table and then quickly changed the subject. "So, what kind of sports are popular on Bajor?"

"We're very into springball," Kira answered as they carried the table to the left and placed it.

"What's that?"

"It's difficult to explain," Kira told him sharply. "You'd have to see it for yourself."

"Maybe you can show me sometime," Patel suggested, finding a nearby chair and picking it up. "And, in return, I can show you Parissee Squares."

Kira turned to him, giving him a suspicious look as she picked up her own chair. "I don't know what you want from me, but I'm not giving it."

"You think..." Patel said hesitantly, as he placed his chair near the newly upright table. "No, I'm not hitting on you. Don't get me wrong, you're not ugly but I'm not really interested in women."

"Oh," Kira said, relaxing her voice as she placed her chair across from where Patel put his. "So, you prefer men."

"Yeah," Patel said with a smile. "I hope that's not a problem."

"The Prophets have no issue with homosexuality."

"That's good," Patel said with a sigh of relief, seeing a table with a leg broken off and walking right by it. "Though I hope you don't think I'm rude if I ask you who the Prophets are."

"They're our gods," Kira explained, placing a table with its legs fully intact upright. "And the one thing that kept the Bajoran people together."

"What are they like?" Patel asked, walking to the table and picking it up at the same time as Kira.

"They're benevolent, they guard and guide Bajor and they speak to us through the Orbs," Major Kira explained as they carried this table to the right.

"So, it's like how my uncle worships statues," Patel said as they let go of the table.

"What do you mean?" Kira asked, walking past a chair that was in pieces.

"My uncle has these weird looking statues of what he claims is our gods," Patel explained, stifling back his own laughter.

"You don't seem to have a high opinion of your planet's religion," Kira observed picking up a chair that was still intact.

"Oh, it's not my planet's religion," Patel told her, picking up another nearby chair. "It used to be one of our many religions, but we're atheists now."

"Your uncle doesn't sound like an atheist," Kira pointed out as she placed the chair near the table.

"Okay, there are a few exceptions," Patel admitted as he placed his chair across from hers. "But it's generally looked down upon."

"Like how the Cardassians looked down upon our religion," Kira said bitterly as she passed a broken table. "Flogging anyone who dared to even mention the Prophets."

"No, we're not that extreme!" Patel defended, seeing an intact table and placing it upright. "We haven't flogged anybody for religious practices."

"You just mock them for having beliefs different from your own," Kira claimed as she walked to the table Patel just set up.

Patel wanted to point out to Kira that it's still not the same as flogging them; how his people didn't gather them up and put them into concentration camps. Then again, maybe verbal mocking wasn't really the sign of an enlightened species either. Patel picked up his end of the table at the same time as Kira.

"You're right."

* * *

Marino went back into Odo's office as soon as Quark and Sisko left.

"That went well," she stated.

"I'm going to deduce that you saw the whole thing," Odo observed.

Marino nodded her head. "Couldn't hear anything, but I could tell from the body language what went down."

"Then you must know that Nog needs to be released."

"Yeah," Marino told him. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

"I was going to order you to do that anyway."

Marino walked through the door to the brig to find herself greeted by the same neutral colors that graced this station with the holding cell openings resembling five sided polygons. The Ferengi child pouted in the cell on the left.

"Hey, kid," Marino greeted.

Nog looked up at her as if he recognized her from somewhere else.

"Keep staring like that and you'll go blind."

"You look familiar," Nog muttered.

Marino scoffed. "If you're going to pick women up, at least stick with the ones that are your own age."

"You're not my type, female," he told her, once again, uttering female as if it were a dirty word. "You're too skinny and you don't know your place."

"You mean right outside your cell about to release you?" Marino asked with a false innocence as she looked at the panel.

"Don't talk back to me."

"You expect me to keep my mouth shut while you insult me?" Marino asked him sardonically. "Not how I roll, kid."

"Where I come from, females do as they're told," Nog defended, foolishly believing that he had any authority.

"Great, I'm dealing with the Ferengi Joffrey," Marino said as she rolled her eyes.

"Who?"

"Nevermind," Marino said with a dismissal wave. "Look, I know how life on Ferenginar works," the ensign told the young Ferengi. "You keep your women planet bound and naked, beating them if they so much as ask where you're going." Nog said nothing, meeting Marino's words with cold silence. "Well, on my planet, we don't judge someone's abilities based on whether they have a penis," Marino countered and then softened up. "Well, not anymore."

"We're not on your planet, Hew-mon."

"And we're not on your planet either," Marino countered. "We're on Deep Space Nine and, tell me, which of our planets are the rules similar to?" She held up her head in false contemplation and then snapped her head in Nog's direction. "Oh, that's right, mine."

Nog looked into Marino's eyes with strong defiance.

"Look, I don't care how things are done on your planet, not my problem," Marino said to him. "But, here, I'm the one who's about to release you. Which gives me, the 'lowly female,' the power." She looked Nog in the eye. "Believe me, kid, you don't want to piss off the people in power."

"Odo outranks you," Nog pointed out. "So he holds the true power."

"All right, you've got a point there," Marino said. "But I, an ensign, outrank you, a civilian, and I can easily report any future crimes you, or your uncle, commit to Odo, putting you right back in this cell."

"You seem awfully sure of yourself, Hew-mon."

"Look, Ferengi, I figured out what you and your uncle were up to with no effort on my part," Marino said to him. "Do you really want me on your bad side?" Nog didn't say anything. "I'll take that silence as a no." She pressed the control panel and turned off the force field. "All right, kid, you're free to go," Marino told him. "But, if you even think about spewing your sexist crap on me again, I'll have you in here faster than you can say gold pressed latinum, capishe?"

Nog only met Marino's words with stone cold silence. "Understand?" Marino translated. Nog nodded and left in a hurry. Marino went back to Odo's office, who sat on his chair with his arms crossed. "Impressed?" Marino asked, beaming with pride.

"I suppose you won't be as much of a hindrance as I thought."

"I'll take that as a yes," Marino said. "Anyway, about this Garak..."

"I know, it's clear that I can't investigate Quark, keep you from trouble and worry about Garak at the same time," Odo told her. "So, I'll have to delegate."

"And who will you delegate Garak to?"

"Don't you already know?"

"Yeah, but I want to hear you say it," Marino explained with a shrug.

"You," Odo told her. "Keep an eye on Garak and find out whether he's an exile or a spy."

"Yes sir!" Marino said with a mock salute. "I won't let you down!"

Marino left Odo's office with a satisfied smile.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading Chapter 2 ofMind Games as much as I enjoyed writing it. I do plan to give this myattention, but I'm also working on original fiction and my video game reviewblog in-between. I also got my Batmanbeta-reader back, so I'm getting back to my Batman fanfic. Well, that and I'm learning to drive, sothat's taking up my time. However, I'mproud to say that I managed to drive to the grocery store without my mom in thepassenger's seat, or following me in another car. Read, review, and I'm open to constructivecriticism. Like I said in my blog, Iwon't always take your suggestions but I promise that I'll always considerthem. If you want a chance for one ofyour OCs to have a cameo in my series, talk to me and we'll discuss it privately. I'm also open for RPing.