A Spy, is a Spy, is a Spy
| Julian had been called off on an emergency and he had insisted that Garak
wait in his quarters. Garak actually felt uncomfortable with the trust Julian showed him.
He rose from the chair by the dinner table and started pacing. His eyes fell on a data pad lying by the bed. Julian's diary? Without a shadow of remorse he reached for the data pad and swiftly broke through the encryption. He then flipped by the entries with the calm of a person who was used to snooping and not the least bit bothered by it. Short, impersonal snippets. Garak was just about to put it back in its place, disappointed, when his own name jumped back at him from the pad. "How am I ever going to find the courage to tell Garak the truth?" it said. Garak flipped forward, but at that moment he heard the doctor enter the quarters. Calmly he put away the pad and turned to greet his friend. Truth about what, my sweet Julian? ~ End ~ |