The small hyper-bouncing gumball prize bounced all about the holographic Enemy HQ. When only two remained conscious, they moved on and out.

Once gone, Keiko O'Brien chuckled in sheer delight.

"Okay. That Alamo thing I will never understand. But you and Miles have got to bring me on in this spy scenario more often. When that torturer came out, I thought sure we were done."

Bashir held up his toy.

"We were immunized to the effects of the sedative this wonder spreads about. Were it not for the fact that you and Miles are friends, I wouldn't skip the next chapter."

Keiko raised a finger.

"Just do me a favor, Julian. When he gets back, make like we did the whole book--then run!"

So it was that the master spy and the self-reliant, very pretty business magnate who naturally had information that could end a terrorist plot made their way to Langley, Virginia, there to meet the head of the American CIA. Julian gasped to see his CO in the head office.

"Captain Sisko?"

The man with the eyepatch turned to look the two over, his looks hard-bitten and tough as nails.

"Sisko? Never heard of the man. Mister Bashir, permit me to introduce myself."

He smiled.

"I'm Nick Fury."