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him. She had loved him a great deal, but his stubbornness had frustrated her-and it continued to frustrate her, even now.
    "Starfleet Medical believes that Dr. Kellec Ton can confirm or deny the rumors."
    Pulaski nodded. "As long as I present my questions in a way that won't put him in any danger."
    "From what I understand of Kellec Ton," Dr. Crusher said, "he's probably already in danger, at least the political kind."
    "He never could remain quiet about things that bothered him," Pulaski said. "When was the last time you spoke with him?" "A month ago." They had fought, as they often did.
    Kellec had agreed to go to a Cardassian space station to take care of their Bajoran workers. He hadn't explained his motives he didn't dare on the un scrambled channels he could get out of Bajor-but he didn't have to. He would take care of the workers' ill health, document the atrocities he saw, and do what he could to promote the resistance movement from the inside-maybe even destroy the station, if it were within his power.
    She had argued against the assignment, attempting to use medical arguments that couched her larger objections. But they had both known what she was talking about. And the argument had ended, as they all had, with Kellec shaking his head.
    Katherine, my love, he had said. Our fundamental problem is, and has always been, your unwillingness to let me make my own mistakes.
    She was letting him make his own mistakes. But she'd had to divorce him to do so.
    "Can you contact him again?" Dr. Crusher asked.
    Pulaski nodded. "I believe I know where to find him."
    "Good," Dr. Crusher said. "I'm sorry to bother you with this, especially now. But it is the best way for us to handle this potential crisis."
    There was something that Dr. Crusher wasn't telling her, something that Starfleet Medical was very interested in, something that they were willing to risk a high-profile contact with Bajor over. But Pulaski had been military for a long time. She knew better than to ask for information that she had not been given. If it had been something she needed to know, Dr. Crusher would have told her.
    "Well," Pulaski said, "I guess it's time."
    She glanced at her last patient on the Enterprise. The crewman's readings were mostly normal, his new skin looking pink and healthy. She went over to him and drew a blanket across him. He was sleeping peacefully. He wouldn't even remember his treatment. He would think Dr. Crusher had taken care of him, and even though she would probably correct him, he would never really know what had happened
    But Pulaski would.
    "I'm sorry it's such a mess. I had planned to leave it tidy for you."
    Dr. Crusher smiled. "Medicine is rarely tidy."
    Pulaski nodded. That was a fact she knew all too well.
    Chapter Five A MIST HAD FORMED at the base of the mountains. Gel Kynled felt the chill, even though he stood in the shadow of what had once been an excellent restaurant. It was Cardassian now, with the former restaurant owner working as a waiter and forced to suffer daily humiliation from the occupying army. Gel hated watching that. He hated so many things about Bajor these days. So many Bajorans simply took the Occupation as their lot in life. They looked away when their friends disappeared, mourned when their families died, but did nothing.
    He couldn't stand doing nothing.
    He had his arm wrapped around the waist of Cadema Hyle. She was too thin for him. Her clothing was baggy and barely hid the signs of starvation that had been so prominent a few months ago. Cadema had managed to escape from one of the camps-probably because the Cardassian guards had left her for dead. She had climbed out of the mountains, surviving on roots and berries before she made it back to their resistance cell. She never spoke of the experience, not after that first day, but it had changed her.
    Like him, she was willing to do anything to get rid of the Cardassians. Anything at all.
    It was nearly curfew. Most of the Bajorans who were on