Garak has got a station working.) How do your hands feel?
A little better Good. I wish I could have done more, but I
won't be able to repair the damaged tissue until we can get you to the Infirmary.
Any luck? Plenty, Major. Unfortunately, all of it bad.
My personal code can activate any terminal on the station. However, that's the extent
of my access. All I can do is just look around. I can tell you exactly what's going on, but
I can't do anything about it. As far as I can see, the only person who can disable the
security programme is Gul Dukat. Maybe there's a way to fool the computer into
thinking that you are Gul Dukat. You could try rewriting your code to match his.
Even if I could, it wouldn't do any good. If I were to input his code, the computer
would scan my DNA pattern to determine if I really were Dukat.
But what if we disabled the sensors in Ops so that the computer couldn't scan you?
What a creative idea. It certainly is worth a try.
The question is, can we disconnect the sensors without getting anyone else hurt.
We're just going to have to take that chance. We could switch the sensor input from the
primary scanners to the backup scanners. The computer shouldn't see that as a threat, but
it'll blind the system for a few seconds while we make the changeover.
If it works, a few seconds are all I'll need. Major, I'm going to need a hand.
Tell me, Doctor, what is it exactly about this situation that's making you smile?
You, Garak. Just wondering how many other tailors can rewrite Cardassian security protocols?
I wouldn't even venture a guess. Which reminds me, those pants you wanted altered are ready
to be picked up. Oh, this is a problem. What's wrong?
I always suspected that Dukat was a little paranoid. He's left a rather large number
of interrogative subroutines imbedded in his access code.
Meaning what? Meaning the computer is constantly challenging
to prove I am who I say I am. Lieutenant, how much long before you can disable those
sensors? At least another ten minutes.
I'm not sure we have that much time. In fact, I'm sure we don't.
Warning. Unauthorised use of command code. Initiating counterinsurgency programme level
four. (The replicator builds a weapon and starts
firing energy beams. A red-shouldered extra is vapourised.)
On three. One, two, three. (The prise open the panel.)
You did it. Okay we have the power cable. Now we need
to pack the uridium around the door. (People are hiding under desks and behind
pillars as the beams keep shooting out.) My phaser's on the Ops table. Can anyone get
to it? The answer, Major, is no.
Well, we can't stay here and do nothing. I respectfully disagree, Major. Nothing is
about all we can do. (A figure beams in, and the weapon avoids
hitting it.) Let me guess. Someone tried to duplicate my
access code. Dukat, what the hell are you doing here?
D A short time ago, I had a very strange experience. There I was, patrolling the Demilitarised
zone, when I received a distress signal from me. Or at least a recording of me. It seems
the Bajoran workers were rioting on Terok Nor. I must admit, it piqued my curiosity.
I see the auto-destruct programme has begun. Well, well, well. You are in trouble. Where's
Commander Sisko? I trust he wasn't vaporised while asking for one of those raktajinos he's
so fond of. No. Last we heard, he was trapped in the ore
processing unit. Hmm. I wish him well.
Well, can you help us or not? Oh, most certainly. All I have to do is enter
my command code and shut the programme. Then do it!
(The weapon turns into a mug, and Bashir puts his head above a console.)
Doctor. (The weapon returns, and fires at Bashir.)