That beautiful susse-thrai killed mine.

her and making love to her and would feel desire for that woman before shaking herself out of it and remembering her vendetta against her.

She stepped out onto the Plaza and took all the sights and sounds in. Her Tal'Shiar training had emphasized quiet infiltration, something she excelled at.*

A cowardly attempt to avoid revenge, Laris thought, but one that failed. She would have her revenge for the death of her husband Zhaban at Dhael's hands, and no one would stop her. At least...no one except herself. Every time she had thought of Dhael, she would end up fantasizing about kissing -->

*Laris stepped out of the transport from the planet onto Deep Space Nine II. She took a look around, amazed by its size and the life compared to Terok Nor in her universe. Her sources had told her that Dhael was living here now after fleeing their native universe with a band from this universe. -->

*He choked and tried to scream as the knife was jammed down his throat and blood erupted from his mouth. His eyes rolled back in their sockets, the life rapidly draining from his broken, burned, and bleeding body until the light in his eyes went out...forever.*

Yes! I hope you watch your fucking bitch wife die just as Kulkarno suggested and then die afterward! You haven't seen the last of us!

*He tried to punch her in the gut as Drake had done to escape, but he was already weakened by the burns, the pain wracking his body, and the loss of much blood.*

AHHHH!!! FUCK YOU, ANGEL!!!

*He screamed in horrible pain as he released his grip without a thought, falling back off her.*

Look who's talking with all your burns and scars! Chadwick must've given you his treatment!

*He began to tighten his grip on her throat. Her hand latched onto his wrist like a vise didn't help with that, so his grip wasn't as strong as it could've been.*

Fuck!

*He fell back but then tackled her again, this time holding her down with his weight. He reached for her throat with his good hand.*

*Despite his broken arm and leg and all his burns, Zeitsev had managed to pull himself upright and pounced on O'Grady as she ran by. He tackled her to the ground.*

I'm going to make you pay for this, bitch! I knew we should've just killed you!

*Zeitsev, badly burned from head to toe as was Kulkarno, landed on the floor of the hall hard, breaking his right arm and leg.*

Oh...fuck...I knew it...

*He sighed and spoke under his breath.*

If the vote is for anything but execution, we're not going to live to regret it...

Exactly, which is why I vote for execution. We can't waste any more time or patience on her and risk our own lives.

We can't forget that she's responsible for Chadwick's death, and we know how gruesomely she killed him. I've seen a lot in my time in this organization, and even my stomach is turned by it...

Yes, I was just thinking of the risk. We all know how vicious she is, and murdering her wife in front of her could backfire on us.

Hmm...interesting idea.

*Zeitsev, the younger and more fanatical one, was the first to respond.*

I say we execute her! She is obviously guilty of killing Agent Chadwick and she is a wild card with no loyalty to anyone but herself! We can't risk her turning against us again if it suits her purposes!