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Bashir monitored what Weyoun was looking at and smiled when he learned that the Vorta was trying his best to learn different ways to escape the holographic world he has been placed. He knew that if the program was as successful as he and Dr. Zimmerman hoped then Weyoun would be planning his escape. Though he expected Weyoun to take his time.

He couldn't help but be filled with pride with is work. There was no way to access the information in the implanted star in Weyoun's head without destroying it. Starfleet doctors found that out when they experimented with Weyoun 6's implant. As soon as air touched it, it disintegrated before their eyes. Any removal from any other Vorta landed the same result even if there was no atmosphere. As soon as the implant was removed from the nervous system of the brain it was destroyed.

A few taps on the control panel he had a view of the implanted three dimensional star that was in each Vorta. It truly was a thing of beauty and of science genius. It was a bioengineered masterpiece that could hold an infinite amount of information. It looked just like a star and held the same color as the eyes of a Vorta.

Never had he seen such a marvel of genetics so beautifully wound with technology. It was pure genius that created something so delicate and yet created an ever continuous consciousness. All memories could be easily transferred through a single blood drop transferred from one body to the next. Simply amazing. He know understood why Vorta deemed themselves immortal. Everything they were is transferred to the next body and they wake up and continue living.

Transferring the star's information to a holoprogram took Dr. Zimmerman's expertise in holographic science. Speaking of which Bashir remembered he needed to send the report of the meeting with Weyoun to him.

"Weyoun to Dr. Bashir."

Right on schedule. "Ah, I was wondering when you would contact me. I was only off by an hour."

"Yes, yes calculations and all. I want to speak to you about the Nuzarian complex."

Bashir smiled as he put his hands behind his head and leaned back into the chair. "And what will this cost me?"

"Your time."

That was the end of that. Bashir stood up and walked towards Weyoun's quarters. Upon entering he waited for Weyoun to appear. Ten minutes past then a half hour.

"My patience is up and I am not in the mood for games."

Nothing.

"I'm leaving." Bashir said with annoyance.

"The star is rather captivating isn't it?" Weyoun appeared and walked towards him. "It's fascinating isn't it? Which brings me to question how you managed to retrieve the information from it? The star is grown with the body and if removed it instantly disintegrates."

"I seem to learn more and more from you each meeting. Now about the complex."

Weyoun smiled. "I want to feel again. Give me that and I'll talk."

Bashir began to tap a few things on the PADD he was holding. "Here, try sitting down."

The Vorta walked to the couch and sat down. "It doesn't feel the same but close enough. Remember I spent many hours in my quarters sitting and plotting on this station."

"Weyoun, the complex."

Weyoun crossed his legs and leaned back feeling the couch behind him. "It's a thing and it has to do with Dominion genetics gone wrong. It won't stop until the source is destroyed. You latest victims will do you little good. Get to the source."

"Any Federation vessel has a hard time in Dominion territory. I'm sure you understand why."

Now Weyoun started laughing. "It has nothing to do with Dominion territory. It started in the Alpha quadrant and that's where it will end if you hurry."

With that Weyoun vanished. Bashir thought of deleting that particular feature but restricting this particular character would not be in the best interest of the required research.

Back in the infirmary he kept listening to Weyoun's words over and over again listening to the inflection of the words in his head. Bashir realized that Weyoun said that the latest victims will be of little use but looking at the older victims may bring answers.

The records of the victims of the records have been kept secret. The only place safe was in the very place no one would find Weyoun. He was also grateful that Weyoun could only contact him when he was alone.

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"Dr. Bashir please wake up I am rather bored."

Bashir woke up and cursed the voice that took him from his slumber. He looked at the clock and realized he only got four hours sleep. "Weyoun, unlike you I require sleep. I'll see you in a few hours time."

"So you don't want to know more about the complex?"

"You are playing games with me and I don't appreciate it. I'll shut off this communication you have if you are going to abuse it."

Faint laughter was heard. "I thought you were expecting this but oh well I'll talk with you after you get some rest."

Bashir went back to sleep again and didn't think about Weyoun until he woke up the next morning. It only came too soon and he was pulled from his patients to speak with Weyoun once again. There were no games this time but worry on the Vorta's face.

"I forgot the name of my ship I was rescued from when I first met Captain Sisco. That's something I never forget. There is something wrong. Vorta forget nothing!" Weyoun was distressed and paced the room looking upset at Bashir.

"The fact that you know as much as you do is a miracle and a half. It was desperation that brought you here but I'll see if there is any degration with the…" Bashir caught himself before he gave too much information away.

"With the what doctor?"

"Your implant star is still within your latest body. Your body is kept from decomposition by a series of neural impulses with nano technology. We healed most of the damage done to you by the phaser blast."

Weyoun held a desperate look. "Are you saying that I am technically alive?"

"Yes but there is too much damage done. Vorta genetics reacts differently than most other species. It doesn't decompose in the same manner. There's a delay of three months. After that decomposition sets in."

He seemed rather crestfallen. "My final body was handed over to the Federation and now what's left of me is slipping way. I should know the name of that ship!"

Bashir studied Weyoun's reaction and could not see and false emotion. Though it was very hard for him to tell with Vorta. They were cunning and expert liars. "I'll run a check to see if there is interference between the holoprogramming and your implant."

"That would be wise. But if you don't find anything what else could be done?"

Bashir spoke professionally now as he didn't want his emotions entangled with the life of Weyoun. They would be instantly manipulated. "Then I get to fill out a longer report to Dr. Zimmerman."

"Rather cold of you."

Bashir smiled surprisingly. "Had you lived what do you think the Federation would have done with you? War criminals of your caliber are not sent to penal colonies. They end up in a holding cell and live out the rest of their lives in boredom. It's far crueler than hard labor."

"I had to follow orders. You have no idea what it's like being created to do nothing else. I obey the Founders in all things. It's what every true Vorta believes and follows. It's in our DNA as you are well aware." Weyoun was unapologetic with his words. "Had the Founders wanted me to make peace and genuinely help Cardassia rebuild I would have done that. You have no idea the knowledge Vorta have and what we are able to do when focused. We do everything for the Founders. They want to conquer other planets, that's what we do. If they want to rebuilt, we do it, we find the answers."

"Then explain Weyoun 6."

"Defective."

Bashir knew he was not going to change Weyoun no more than he would change his view. "I'll look into this memory of yours. Here's a PADD. Type what you know about the complex there and we'll talk further." He left the quarters without another word.

Weyoun smiled as he watched Bashir leave. "Turazzi Four." His memory was as clear as ever more clear in fact and the information he retrieved from Bashir helped him further in his plans for future escape. The Nuzarian complex will benefit him in the end he had no doubt. All he had to do is push the curious mind in the right directions.

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Dr. Zimmerman was pleased with the report that he received from Bashir. He only worried that the young doctor was getting too involved with the research. There was too much familiar banter with the subject.

He understood that strong personalities could interfere with a professional and non-biased study. Weyoun was a personality that was designed to manipulate and control.

"Ah, Bashir I am glad that we can speak. I was speaking with one of the doctors working on the complex and she said that they have found something rather interesting."

Bashir would love any news he could use. "It seems that the older victims have a more developed symptom."

"Did you just say symptom as in singular?"

"Yes, are you listening?"

Bashir nodded and listened further. "Please continue."

"Well this symptom takes away the other symptoms that are found on the previous bodies. This is the one that kills the person."

He understood. "We have to find the first person infected then. Weyoun mentioned we have to find the source to understand."

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Sorry this chapter is shorter than the first. More to come though.