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..." "While I might not be your senior officer. I do have a little bit of sway because of my position. I have no doubt that you superiors would not enjoy reading about this incident." (response) Jack _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com
