<Location:Quark's Bar, Grill, Gaming House, Holosuite and Embassy to Ferenginar– 4 Months Ago>

Douglas Forrest and Sean McTaggert sat in dim, secluded area of Quark's, a pair of drinks sitting on the table between them, both were dressed in civilian clothes, nothing flash and by some standards a little on the well-worn side. McTaggert's discomfort provided a small amount of amusement for the obviously more at ease Forrest.

"So Commander," began McTaggert as he leaned closer in a conspiratorial way, "what's our plan of action."

Forrest leaned further into his chair, his body language taking on that of a down on his luck spacer, took his drink off the table and slowly took a sip, letting the Andolian brandy burn it's way into his stomach.

"You can stop with the Commander stuff," he began. "Call me Douglas or Doug. We're about to get involved with some people who would have no problem killing us if they find out we're Starfleet."

Forrest looked around the bar casually his eyes taking in every detail.

"We sit here and wait," he continued. "We relax, play some dabo,maybe get stinking drunk. Relax, Sean, enjoy."

"How can you just be so casual?" asked McTaggert, obviously upset by the lack of concern being displayed by his "partner". "This is a load of bull, we need to start doing something, asking questions,getting some answers."

Before he could continue his tirade, McTaggert noticed the approach of a very attractive Trill woman. Her red hair was worn long, framing her face in a very dramatic way. She was dressed in a pale green dress that hid little of her magnificent physique, the whole ensemble designed to do only one thing, fulfill a fantasy.

"Would one of you gentlemen be interested in buying a lady a drink?" she asked, her voice rich and full of sultry promise.

Forrest casually reached his leg out and pushed the third chair away from the table in a form of disinterested agreement, his eyes lingering on the woman and placed his hand on the arm of McTaggert, who was starting to rise, his Starfleet training and manners on automatic.

"I'm Delor", the woman purred as she settled herself between the two men. She raised a her hand to a passing waitress and looked at the two men, as she sized them both up, a touch of mischief in her eyes.

"Doug," responded Forrest. "And this is my friend Sean. I'll have to admit,you really did stop by at the right time. I was just explaining to my friend here that we needed to take in the sights and find something to entertain us while here."

"Fortunate indeed," the Trill replied, her tongue quickly licking her bottom lip.

McTaggert stared at the two as they exchanged their almost inappropriate banter, obviously uncomfortable where this conversation was leading.

"I think I can guarantee the two of you have an amazing visit on Deep Space Nine," Delor continued. "I know an amazing program that we could use in one of the holosuites. I just hope you are both well rested?" She leaned close to Forrest and rested her hand high on his thigh, her eyes however locked with McTaggert leaving no doubt as to her intentions.

The look on McTaggert's face clearly showed how he felt about the blatant offer the woman had made. It wasn't that he was a prude, he simply had been raised to keep certain details private. And this was one of those times.

Forrest watched as McTaggert slowly blushed and then burst out into laughter,no longer able to contain himself. At his outburst the woman quickly sat pack, a look of disappointment on her face, but the overt sexual demeanor completely gone.

"You are a cruel man, Dragon", she said a slight smile spreading across her lips.

"I'm sorry, Cheshire", Forrest responded as he quickly gained control of himself. "but I really couldn't resist myself. Beside Sean here needed to loosen up a bit."

McTaggert slowly began to realize that he had been being put on and began to laugh. It wasn't the first time he'd been hazed, and he could appreciate a the effort Forrest was taking to make him feel like they could trust each other. Trust would play an important part in everything they were about to undertake.

"At least he can take a joke", Forrest smiled. "Otherwise I was going to be worried."

"He is kind of cute when he blushes," added Delor. Everyone at the table now in a better more relaxed mood.

"So",interrupted Forrest. "Are things ready for us?"

"You two have passage on the freighter Le'vosh, leaving tomorrow morning, early" Delor began. "The captain owes me a favor, so no one will mention your being aboard. He's also willing to make a quick stop at Farius Prime. He wasn't to happy about that little detail,but he'd rather make that stop then spend a decade in the Bajoran penal system form smuggling. Any idea where you plan to start."

Forrest smiled widely, but his eyes became suddenly intense.

"I think I'm going to look up a man named Raimus."