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> "While you and I may not like it, that means things have to stop at that moment we
>have confirmed diplomatic immunity. We have no choice in the
> matter. To not do so could create an incident greater than anyone here."
>
> Dais just studied the two customs officials before continuing. "Now, the Lieutenant
>here suggested that you illegally scanned our Bajoran friend and
> found him carrying an illegal substance. I want to know what that substance is,
>now."
>
> "Well Commander, while his ID and credentials are in question there are not any
>provisions that prevent us from questioning a suspect until there ID and
> Credentials are verified through proper channels.
> Now, I am not saying that we did scan the man. I am not saying that we did not scan
>the man. However, if we did and it were illegal that information can not be acted
>upon by you or anyone else. So why would I just give you this information, assuming
>of course that we did scan the man
> as your Lt. has suggested."
>
> Rage filled Dais even though it was not evident on his face. "I am not here to play
>games. You know as well as I do that you scanned the Bajoran. End
> of story. You will give me this information because I am the Executive Officer of
>this station. End of story."
>
The senior agent stiffled a laugh, "End of what? Just who the hell do you think
you are dealing with? We are not some Starfleet junky that you can order around. We
are part of the civilian government, and not subject to your authority in matters that
pretain to Customs. While you can let him in under your authority, you can not demand
anything from us. If you do nto like that, Commander then call the Federation Customs
Service Liason officer, or hell you think you are all that and a bag of chips. Call
the Directory of Federation Customs. Just don't be surprised when he says you have no
dip..."
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