Note: I do not own Star Trek. Paramount owns Star Trek and all rights to the creation of the series, as far as I know, go to Gene Rodenberry

Section 31.

An organization not know to many civilians in the federation, barely known to those in the high levels of star fleet command even, yet it fights for everything that Starfleet stands for, usually by going below the rules allowed by the federation. Like the Tal Shiar or the obsidian order it will put its own citizens in the way of harm to make the majority of citizens comfortable.

One operative of this organization was Jane Mac Brian, a white human woman who grew up in the French region of North America. She sat with her legs crossed. In the cramped cockpit with her were two people she had known for three years now working with them as an assassin under the direct orders from Section 31. Part of the vixen assassin group.

"We're getting a call," said the beautiful Vulcan woman who was piloting the craft named T'pek.

"Patch it through," Jane said.

The black skinned human woman, named Gina, to Jane's left nodded. "I'm doing it now," Gina said.

A shadowy face filled the three computer screens that weren't important to ship functions or steering. It was possibly human but Jane was never sure because not enough light was every shone on the face.

A cold voice belonging to the man filled the ship. "I have a new 'appointment' for you." The man said. The face of a man around mid thirties filled the screen. "Doctor Julian Bashier, Chief medical Officer aboard Deep Space Nine. As you may know he was the one who found a cure for the Shape shifter disease which would have ended the Dominion war, even though it did result in the end any way. But even still Bashier has also on countless times attempted to bring Section 31 into the light of every one's eyes. This would undermine all our operations; we need our secrecy to make sure that no one goes looking for Section 31 agents, trying to stop them from doing a job that may kill a few live but save hundreds more. Deal with this threat, do not bother trying to recruit him, those attempts have already failed."

"Understood," T'pek said.

Gina looked to Jane who nodded. Gina took this as a silent command saying "you may turn it off."

"T'pek," Jane said turning to the Vulcan pilot, "my dull friend, set course for Deep Space Nine."

T'pek nodded.

Kira groaned. She, Dax, and Bashier were coming back from the Sisko's house on Bajor. Benjamin had said he was glad to "finally be back in the unpredictable corporeal existence" which Kira had thought was strange because she would give almost anything to spend a whole year with the prophets, as would mostly every one of the Bajorains. Bashier held his stomach also groaning as the shuttle docked with the station.

"The Captain cooks too well, shouldn't have gone for that sixth serving of Vulcan lasagna," Bashier said, "Vulcan vegetables are VERY filling."

"Awww has that genetically enhanced stomach of yours finally met its match?" Ezri asked with a smiled rubbing Bashier belly which was larger then usual.

"Don't press too hard," Bashier said.

Kira looked out the window. "Well that tenth serving of chicken noodle soup probably didn't help either," Kira said as the shuttles door opened and Kira got up to get onto the station, she was on duty in about five minutes, which didn't give her much time.

Bashier and Dax on the other hand had ample free time until the next day.

"Want to go to Quarks before turning in?" Ezri asked.

"Sure," Bashier said.

Kira smiled as she entered the turbo lift and Bashier and Dax disappeared.

"DABO!" came a cry from one of the many gambling tables in the bar.

T'pek sipped her tea. Gina had a mug full of an earth beer. Jane sat with an annoyed look on her face.

"Where's my fucking drink?" Jane asked the establishment owner as he passed by.

"I'm sorry but this is the Ferengi embassy here on Deep Space Nine, so be careful who you swear at," said the barkeep.

Jane sighed. "I could do a lot worse then swear at you trust me," she said with a motion to stand up.

"Okay," the barkeeper said. "What will you have?"

"Klingon blood wine," Jane said.

"Don't get a lot of orders for Klingon drinks very often from humans," the barkeeper said.

"I had a little 'affair' with a Klingon or two when I was younger," Jane said remembering when she was trained in the art of batleth fighting when she was twenty. "Actually add some Gagh to that order."

The Ferengi pushed some buttons into his pad and walked towards the bar. Two Starfleet officers entered the room.

"Doctor, Ezri welcome!" the barkeeper said. "Anything different today?"
"Just the usual Quark," said the Trill girl who entered with-

"It's Dr Bashier," T'pek said in an uninterested tone.

"Thank you T'pek Gina said with obvious sarcasm in her voice. "I thought that I couldn't see for a minute there."

Jane chuckled. Then she had an idea just as the barkeeper, Quark apparently, brought the bloodwine and Gagh.

"Can I use one of your holosuites?" Jane asked.

"Yes but I'd ask you to eat your food first because it's profit," Quark said.

"Fine," Jane said and took a sip of the bloodwine. When she looked down at the Gagh and was glad to see it was stewed not fresh. She liked it but it's not the best feeling to have your food squirming around in your stomach while it's slowly digested.

Gina sighed. The trill that came in with the doctor. Gina never saw such a beautiful woman in her life, or at least in her opinion, but she couldn't, never. She was in Section 31 and could not get into a relation ship no matter how much she wanted to, even with her own team mates, though she knew perfectly well the rest of them had no interest in girls.

But even still Gina was quite a bit shallow in whom she wanted to date and this girl was all she wanted. And Trill spots usually gave her a little spark.

She smiled, she would never be coming back to this station after their mission was over, she could at least see what she could do in the short time they were here.

"I'm going to the holosuite now," Jane said, "either of you want to come? No? Before I go I want to add that I think we should spend a little time here, you know try to recruit the guy."

Gina smiled, "you're a smart cookie there Jane."

"Well yeah," Jane said, "I was genetically enhanced when I was younger. I mea if we succeed then 31 will be happy wont they? And if we don't well we can take more time because we have time off after this case.

"A trait we're all happy for I'm sure," said T'pek in her usual bland voice.

T'pek sneered inside, careful not to let it show on her face. Stay here for a while? What was that girl thinking, though T'pek couldn't blame her considering she didn't know any better any way. This could put the whole operation in jeopardy.

T'pek sipped her tea.

Bashier and Ezri smiled as Nog came over towards them.

"I'll have a root beer uncle," Nog said as Quark approached his nephew. Quark nodded and went to get Nog's drink. "I just got off duty; I heard that Worf is coming to the station for a bit. He has a little break and he wants to catch up with old friends."

"Well that's great," Quark said giving his nephew the root beer. "I'm assuming he's brining along some friends? That's all we need again, a bunch of drunken Klingons in the Holosuites. By the way Bashier, there's a pretty lady who just went up there a minute or two ago, I think you two can hit it off."

Ezri glared at Quark. "I'm merely joking," Quark said holding up his hands defensively.

T'pek sipped her tea.

Why are humans always so illogical? She thought. This could be over and done with within twenty-four hours. Now this will take longer.

Anger flared up inside her, but instead of suppressing it she just made sure not to show it.

T'pek sipped her tea.

This is my first Star Trek Fic. And I'm not a super nerd so if you're a super nerd and reading this story don't get angry at me for getting facts wrong, I just like the show.