A small knock on the door of the dressing room that the Nausicaan was hiding in was followed by Garak's voice.
"It is safe to come out now."
The Nausicaan cautiously walked into the main area. He was surprised to find a human male unconscious on the floor. Rarity was cleaning up some of the area where clothing had been knocked over earlier. Garak came up behind him and put a reassuring arm on his back.
"It may be time for you to go my friend. This man here is a Klingon agent. I stopped him before he could cause a mess but he will only be out for so long. Your jacket is on the table there. Go ahead and take it, no charge. I would just like this fight taken outside of my shop."
The Nausicaan was still shocked by the speed at which things were happening and allowed Garak to usher him towards the exit. He also didn't notice the stitching around the hidden pocket on his armor coming undone nor the data crystal gently lifted from it.
"He should be out for another few minutes but that should be plenty for you to get a good head start."
Garak tossed the jacket into the Nausicaan's arms and then gave him a bit of a push out the door. Once Garak was sure that the Nausicaan was gone he went back into the store. Rarity had the data crystal and floated it back into Garak's office. The Klingon began to stir soon after. Garak helped bring him to his feet.
"I apologize for having to stun you but you were making an attempt on my friend's life. In the chaos of your arrival, your target managed to slip out. I hold no ill will towards you but I would appreciate it if you took your chase elsewhere."
The Klingon was still groggy but understood everything Garak had said. He growled at the tailor and then hobbled out the door to renew his chase. The Ferengi could tell him where the target went. He moved so quickly that the door being locked behind him escaped his notice.
Inside the shop, Garak and Rarity hovered around the computer in the office, eagerly waiting to see what was worth the trouble they put up with. There was one thing that Rarity was still curious about.
"Shouldn't security be here by now since you fired that weapon?"
"I actually disabled the security sensors in the store after I had obtained the phaser. It's just a little program I had on stand-by. This terminal here is one of the most secure on the station thanks to my meddling."
Garak had the computer read the crystal and the screen lit up with maps and communiqués from the Obsidian Order's files. One file in particular caught Garak's eye. The Order had been keeping very close tabs on some of the Cardassian elite in that sector. When the Klingons attacked, they had been evacuated with the other citizens. This had the locations of where they ended up and what they took with them.
For the Klingons, this information would have let them decapitate Cardassian leadership in the outer colonies in just a few quick strikes. To them, Cardassia had been infiltrated by the Dominion and they would stop their influence from spreading at any cost.
If the Nausicaan had sold this data, the treasures that these men had gathered would give someone ample motive to pillage the places they were hiding.
Normally that would not have bothered Garak that much but these men were hiding among the other refugees from the Klingon attacks. The civilian casualties from any assault would be massive. Rarity seemed to understand some of the significance the data held and Garak was happy to inform her of the number of lives their actions may have saved.
"Mister Garak, I am beginning to see why Julian finds you so interesting."
"My dear, I don't know what you mean. I am just a humble man trying to work in a humble profession. Speaking of which, I believe that you have some Bajoran festival robes that need some stitch work. Please allow me to assist you to make up for taking so much of your time. If you are willing, we could even have breakfast in the morning. My treat."
"A very generous offer Mister Garak. How could I refuse?"
