"CAREY, DIANNE - CALL TO ARMS" - читать интересную книгу автора (Carey Diane)expected some damage, but not quite so much. less disturbed than amused,
he found himself admiring the work and wondered how to do it if that time ever came. not the most constructive of thoughts, but one had to be realistic. weyoun followed him into the office. "i assume captain sisko removed or destroyed everything of value?" dukat parted his lips to virtually confirm that assumption, but stopped suddenly as his eyes fell upon the nearly bare desk. nearly... "not everything," he said. he came around the desk and eased into the chair, but his settling there was blunted by a simple round element resting on the desk. a little white ball with red stitching, its white skin worn to a gloss. a baze ball, hadn't sisko called it? he picked up the bazeball and turned it in his fingers. weyoun bent forward and looked at the worn palmsized orb. "what is that?" "a message." dukat leaned back in the chair, bringing the dirty white ball with him. "from sisko." "i don't understand," the vorta admitted. "he's letting me know," dukat said, "that he'll be back." "ah--there you are. i'd just about given up hope, doctor. i would think that all those lunches we've shared would've entitled me to preferential treatment." medical computer was choking out, and bridled his tone. all he could manage to do, though, was speak more quietly. the tension, unfortunately for a medical professional, remained in his voice. "i've got twelve wounded officers and crewmen out there," he told their local cardassian expatriate, who now stood in the clutter of medical supplies with a bruise glaring on his head like a billboard. "each one is in a lot worse shape than you." garak's eyes flashed. "if you're trying to cheer me up, it's working. i feel better already." the physician inside bashir overcame the irritated human being outside. he reached up to probe garak's forehead. after all, his job was to make people feel better. deep bruise... blunt blow. "what happened?" he asked. "i was studying some star charts for captain sisko during the last assault when i had a sudden and somewhat violent encounter with a bulkhead." not entirely devoid of sympathy, since he'd been encountering a few bulkheads himself in the waves of battle, bashir mentioned, "you'll live ..." "i wish i shared your confidence." at first bashir ignored garak's quipmgarak was always quipping, in fact garak would go out of his way to pop off with lines when silence would do just finembut something about |
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