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Kira felt new ache. The idea that the sweet and compassionate Reyla might have
been murdered over some kind of a fraud scheme, something so useless, so
trivial, was a dismal one. It made her wish that the clumsy killer were still
alive, so that she could kill him herself.

If it was true . . . but no, with the seeds of doubt planted, she couldn't
swallow it. Not without reading it herself, first.

I should get back to bed. The station repairs were unfinished, their defenses
unreliable, and the Allied

task force would be coming within the next twenty to thirty hours, give or
take, planning to charge into the Gamma Quadrant to see what the Dominion was
really up to. It was a decision that no one on the station agreed with,
whether or not they could get DS9 operational in time to defend against the
probable outcome; the task force was a bad idea.

The Allies feared that the isolated strike on the station was a Dominion ploy;
Kitana'klan, their Jem'Hadar mystery guest, claimed that the Founders hadn't
sanctioned the attack. She wanted to believe it . . . but Kitana'klan could be
lying. It didn't help that the station's internal sensors were still
uncertain, and the manual sweeps were inconclusive; for all they knew, there
could be a dozen more of the damned soldiers lurking around, and one was
already over Kira's limit.

Kira had more than enough insanity to deal with without crediting a probable
forgery . . . but she couldn't dismiss it, not yet. If Ro was as right as she
thought she was, they were headed for a very dark

place.

Sighing, Kira touched the command that sent the translation back to its
beginning and started to read.

Jake piloted the shuttle Venture back toward the station, carefully watching
the radiation levels that hid his approach. He was probably being overly
cautious; Nog had said that the destruction of the Aldebaran had irradiated
the station's immediate vicinity, making it nearly impossible to detect a
shipЧcertainly a personal shuttle the size of the VentureЧbut Jake wanted to
be sure that he couldn't be tracked.

The departure log would show that he'd left DS9 headed for the most common
route to Earth, assuming anyone wanted to look, and if what Nog had said was
true, the sensors shouldn't be able to pick up his return.

Or me going into the wormhole, if I'm careful. And lucky. He'd been incredibly
lucky already; the circumstances couldn't be better, with so much of the
station still being repaired or upgraded, and the wormhole still being
triggered by remnants of the Aldebaran. Once the Federation showed up, they'd