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       DEEP SPACE NINE: "Inquisition" - REV. 1/29/98 - ACT ONE      16.

15   A PLATE OF LIVE GAG'H

	A startled Bashir recoils from the UNDULATING 
	TENTACLES, quickly closes the cover over them.

					BASHIR
			Ugh. It's a little too early for
			gag'h.

	He picks up a small NAME CARD sitting on the tray, sees -

16   WORF'S NAME

	printed there, and realizes they made a mistake.

					BASHIR
				(annoyed)
			I hope you like scones, Worf...

	Disappointed to not have anything to eat, Bashir 
	decides to get some work done. He crosses to the table 
	to get his PADDS, but to his surprise, they're not on 
	the table where he left them. Puzzled, he looks around 
	until he sees his open --

17   SUITCASE

	There, sitting atop his still folded clothes, are the 
	three PADDS. That's odd, he distinctly remembers 
	setting them on the table. In fact, he remembers 
	accidently knocking the stylus off the table when he 
	removed them. He looks under the table, and sure 
	enough --

18   THE STYLUS 

	is sitting on the floor where it dropped. He picks it 
	up, a troubled look coming across his face as he 
	realizes someone was in his quarters while he was gone.

	He scans the room to see if anything else looks out of 
	place. The CHAIR -- wasn't it facing the desk? The 
	coffee MUG he drank from before he was called to Ops -- 
	wasn't it a few inches closer to the edge of the table? 
	His STUFFED BEAR -- wasn't it sitting a little more 
	slumped when he saw it last?

	Bashir barely has time to assimilate the fact that his 
	quarters were searched when his COM-UNIT BEEPS. He 
	crosses to the MONITOR, activates it.