The Good Doctor(s)
It had been a long journey since he left Starbase 381 in a small shuttle to prepare to meet up with ''an acquaintance'', the incident that occurred with the crazed Cardassian Doctor Tavor Orra after his escape from the Federation facility was at the back of his mind during the whole journey.
As he drops from warp in the Bajoran sector of the Beta Ursae Block he opens a hail to the looming station in the distance, quickly a reply comes though:
''DS9 Ops to shuttle Sierra you are permitted to land on docking bay 6, please report to Ops within the hour''
Once safely landed and docked he takes the short walk to the Turbolift, memories of his time being posted to the 146th Fleet whilst stationed out of DS9 races through his mind and the events that unravelled all that time ago that eventually lead to the capture of Tavor Orra a constant reminder of why this meeting is so important.
Walking along the promenade seeing some of the familiar faces of the traders that he used to buy from brought a smile to his face, with all that had happened in the Outback recently it was strange to think of this Cardassian built, Starfleet manned station as a place that once made him happy.
As he heads past the small, yet extremely busy, eating area on the promenade he spots a face, one that he has been in contact with since communications were established with 381, a small framed Ferengi, small even for them is sat chewing his way through a plate of tube grubs. With a small nod is given by the Ferengi, one that would go unnoticed if he had not been looking, a small gesture of unspoken contact between them.
This is the -real meeting- that he is here for, the official one with Starfleet will be later and after ordering a Vulcan Spiced Tea he is about to take a chair the other side of the table from the Ferengi ''Excuse me, would you mind if I sit here?'' there is a shrug from the small Ferengis shoulder, a sign that he doesn't really care either way as another hand full of tube grubs is taken from the bowl and quickly shoved in his mouth before they are able to wriggle free, he takes his seat and looks around at the hustle and bustle of the eating area.
He thinks to himself that he has never really seeing it this busy here before but then looks up at the flags adorning the upper levels, its the start of the Bajoran Gratitude Festival and this explains the extra foot-flow.
With careful precision and to make it look like an accident so others do not see the swift trade of an isolinear chip between the greying haired and bearded man and the small Ferengi the mug of Vulcan Tea is spilt across the table, the now warm liquid races across the table and hits the bowl of Tube grubs causing the Ferengi to jump to his feet ''Huuumon, you idiot... look what you have done to my meal'' he angrily remarks.
With a mocking apology ''I am sorry, I do not know how that happened'' comes a quick response ''allow me to clean that up for you, I am sorry'' in the time that a small napkin is used to clean up the spilt beverage the isolinear chip makes it way into the pocket of the grey-haired man, swift agile hands of the Ferengi ensuring that his delivery is complete.
''Let me get you a new plate''
''Don't bother foolish huuumon, my appetite has gone'' with that he stomps off into the crowd, a group of onlookers from all species around the quadrant now starting at the scene.
''Cant please them all it would seem'' the grey haired man looks to the crowd as he takes his now empty mug back to the replicator, as he watches the mug disappear his hand drifts down to the pocket of his jacket and feels the outline of the isolinear chip there as he thinks to himself
''I can now start to find out where that bastard Orra is and what he is up to''