Rizzla and Amador were sitting on the floor in their living quarters with their son, Aynor, between them. Rizzla put her hand to her nose, and felt the ridges, which are the only way to tell Bajorans and Humans, or Terrans, apart. She looked down at her son, and noted that, like her, his nose was also ridged, plus smiled at his black hair and strange ears, so like his father.

"Deputy Thibebe, Liaison officer Thibebe, you both must leave the station at once and go through the wormhole into Dominion territory, use the Shuttlecraft from Shuttlecraft deck C."

Rizzla stood up and grabbed Aynor as Amador went into their bedroom and grabbed a suitcase. Then the three practically ran to the Shuttlecraft deck. When they got there Rizzla put Aynor in the quarters and went to the front. Amador was already in the pilot's seat, she sat in the navigator's chair.

"Commander Dax, we are prepared for take off," Rizzla said.

"Confirmed."

The shuttlecraft moved away from the space station, aimed towards the wormhole.

"Engaging Warp 3." Rizzla said quickly.

There was a slight jarring as the Shuttlecraft entered the wormhole. Rizzla looked at Amador puzzled. Again when they left the wormhole the Shuttlecraft jarred again.

"Going to Warp 8, Amador, where are we going? I am the Navigator, I should know."

"We are going to find the Founders, Constable Odo is dying."

"Oh, um, I think that there might be a problem with the inertia dampeners, I'm going to check it out," Rizzla said as she stood up.

Rizzla walked into the quarters of the shuttlecraft, she checked on Aynor, and then checked on the inertia dampers, everything seemed to be in place. She walked over to the Replicator.

"Two Raktijinos double sweet," She said to the Replicator.

She grabbed the two mugs and walked back to the front of the Shuttlecraft. She put one of the mugs in front of Amador. Suddenly the Shuttlecraft shook.

"We're getting hailed by a Jem'Hadar ship."

"On Screen."

"Federation ship, state your business in Dominion Territory," the commanding Vorta on the Jem'Hadar ship said harshly.

"This is Liaison officer Amador of the Vorta, for Deep Space Nine, let us through."

The Jem'Hadar ship fired at the Shuttlecraft. Amador looked at Rizzla.

"Go to Warp Nine, engage Cloaking Device."

She did just that as quickly as she was able to. The Jem'Hadar ship fired towards them, not knowing exactly where they were. Rizzla switched from Warp Nine to Warp 4 and disabled the cloaking device.

"What was that about Amador?"

"Obviously the Dominion regrets making me their liaison officer to Deep Space Nine. Dominion Base up ahead on a Class M planet."

"We're being hailed again."

"Commander Amador, or should I say Commander Thibebe Amador," said a sneering Vorta, "You have two choices, give up your child and the Bajoran female, and let them become Dominion prisoners of war, and rejoin the Dominion, or all three of you try to flee and all will be killed."

"Give me twenty minutes, Weyoun."

"I'll give you five."

Amador turned off the signal to the base.

"Rizzla, my love, we have two choices, either way most likely you and Aynor will be killed. What should we do?"

"The choice is up to you Amador, either to definitely lose me and your son, or to try to fight our way out of here."

"I love you Rizzla."