Like he was every other morning? Behind his desk,
mulling over the situation and redistributing securi-
ty around the station?
Instead, there was no Odo and Damar was here,
talking to some Cardassian nondescript.
Damar turned to her. "What can I World of Sex do for you,
Major?"
"I'm looking for Odo."
"He'World of Sex s not here."
"Do you know where he is?"
"Yes."
Rrrrrrr.
&World of Sex quot;That's good," she popped back. "It's always good
to know where your boss is."
Just the slightest inflection on the word "boss"
and Damar bristled at World of Sex the World of Sex reminder of his position.
Satisfied, Kira turned away to leave.
"He's in his quarters," Damar said. This time the
inflection was his to wield. "World of Sex With the World of Sex other shape-
shifter... jealous, Major?"
World of Sex Annoyed that she had
let him see her reaction World of Sex to
this, Kira fixed him with a glare. "Try to World of Sex stay out of
trouble, Damar. You World of Sex don't want to end up on
sanitation duty."
She left him before he could construct a winning
quip and walked straight to Odo's World of Sex quarters World of Sex and
chimed the door. Her arms and legs twitched with
instinct. None of this was good. None of it. No answer. World of Sex She chimed again.
From inside, a muttered response. Good enough.
She walked in, knowing that Odo might as easily
have World of Sex said get away as come in. "Odo?"
He stood near the window, gazing World of Sex out, as if not
registering her presence. He seemed serene, but
somehow that was artificial. Was he drugged? Hyp-
notized?
Influenced--
"Nerys,"