DEEP SPACE: "Improbable... " - REV. 01/25/95 - ACT FIVE       48.

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					TAIN
			Come now... haven't you ever been 
			the least bit curious about me... 
			about my relationship with Garak... 
			our work in the Obsidian Order?

					ODO
			I seldom waste time speculating about 
			retired spymasters and their 
			associates...

	Tain smiles slightly, turns back to Garak.

					TAIN
				(re: Odo)
			He's good.  He hides his true feelings 
			almost as well as you do, Elim.  
			He'd have made a good operative, in 
			the old days.

					GARAK
			I've had the same thought myself.
				(beat)
			But then, those days are long gone.  
			At least they are for me.
				(looking around)
			You, on the other hand, seem to have 
			left your retirement far behind.  
			Unless you're simply on a pleasure 
			cruise with your pointed-eared 
			friends.

	Tain turns to Odo.

					TAIN
			Cunning, isn't he?  He makes a racial 
			slur within earshot of two Romulans, 
			putting me in the position of either 
			having to defend them -- and thus 
			giving away my allegiance to them -- 
			or letting the comment pass... in 
			which case he's managed to plant a 
			seed of discord between us.

					ODO
			Frankly, I don't find any of this 
			interesting.  You both go to such 
			lengths to hide the true meaning of 
			your words that you end up saying 
			nothing.