Bolerov was back in his seat. He had run his fingers through his short hair to make it look 'acceptable.' Within moments, he had been apprised of the situation. "Ambassador Liss, you are certain you felt a presence behind us?"

She nodded. "It was at least a dozen people, probably more. They were terrified... just for a moment... but they were there."

"But you cannot sense them now, correct?" He asked, his eyes narrowed, trying to focus.

She shook her head. "No, Sir. I get nothing now."

"Sounds like one of those upgraded Galor class ships the Cardassians used when they tried to destroy the Founders' homeworld a couple of years ago." Bolerov admitted.

Callis' eyes lit up. "A Kheldon class! Of course! The Tal'Shiar gave them cloaking devices for the surprise attack." The old admiral nodded with a grin.

Bolerov snapped his fingers. "Lieutenant Davies, get me Gul Magrid."

"Aye, Sir." Her hands glided over the controls. Within moments, she turned back around. "I have him. Putting him on screen."

The Gul looked slightly aggitated. Ambassador Liss closed her eyes and struggled to read the thoughts of the Cardassian captain. Being alone and so far away, it would be next to impossible to separate his thoughts and feelings from everyone else, if she could even sense that far. "Captain," the Gul began, his arms folded, "what can I do for you?"

"Gul Magrid," Bolerov began quickly, "we have strong reasons to believe there is an upgraded Galor class cruiser cloaked behind us."

Magrid's ridged eyes grew wide. "Really? How do you know this?"

Frustrated that Magrid wouldn't simply take his word on it, he answered, "We have technology on this ship that allows us to see through cloaks." He decided to keep the presence of the Betazoid quiet for now.

"Ah," Magrid knowingly commented, "that explains the tachyons your ship was spewing out several minutes ago. Where is this 'cloaked ship' you're speaking of?" He asked somewhat mockingly.

"It has left the range of our sensing equipment." Bolerov turned to Richards. "Have you found it yet?"

Richards shook his head. "Nothing, Sir."

Magrid looked incredulous. "I think your sensing equipment is faulty, Captain," he said finally. "There were very few of the enhanced Galors produced by the Obsidian Order. Most of them were destroyed in the Gamma quadrant. The few that survived were destroyed by the end of the war... along with the Obsidian Order itself. There aren't any more."

Arianna Liss struggled to the point of sweating. Her mind was searching, concentrating... desperately trying to identify Magrid thousands of kilometers away. Despite her best efforts, she simply couldn't find him.

"Gul Magrid, if you would simply..." Bolerov insisted.

Magrid interrupted him with a wave of his hand. "Captain, please center your efforts on your equipment. If you find this cloaked ship again, contact me. Otherwise, all you're required to do is follow us to Cardassia Prime. Beshan out." The screen quickly went back to two Cardassian vessels against a backdrop of starlines.

"I truly HATE rude people," Bolerov commented aloud. He turned back to Richards. "Commander, continue perfoming random tachyon bursts. Perhaps we'll get lucky."

"Yes, Sir," he replied, then returned to his console.

"Well, whoever it was, at least they're gone now," Bristol commented.

Bolerov shook his head. "They're not gone, just further behind us." He turned to Picard, still seated to his left. "Jean Luc, you had better be careful about this little endeavor of yours."

Picard nodded, still staring at the viewscreen. "It would seem we have yet another variable to add to this equasion."

Warlord continued on its way to Cardassia Prime without further incident.