*then came the death rattle from deep in her throat and Admiral Connaught Rossa, last of her family, last of her breed...never thought again*

*and as her life's blood poured from her neck, her last thoughts were about why this was happening, surely Control would save her? Surely her God cared about her to not let her die like this? Surely she and Section 31 would last forever? Surely she would see the end product of her family's work?*

*she gasped as she felt herself unable to draw a breath in, looking in horror as O'Grady held up what appeared to be her input device for the self destruct in the basement lair*

She will never know peace as long as Callie O'Grady or Leeta or Angel is in her life! You would truly be better to her dead! And why...? Because deep in your blood you know it...you are a killer and you'll always be a killer!

There is nowhere you can hide in the Federation from It! Not you, and certainly not your pretty wife...either of her! From now on as long you live, you will both be hunted! Targets on your backs for what happened here today! No matter what you do you will always be a curse to her! A CURSE!

Then do it! Do it! Leeta! Kill me! Claim your destiny! Why hide it? Once a killer...always a killer! And that is all you'll ever be! A killer! You'll be a killer until you die! Its in your nature! And even if you somehow get out of here alive, Control will not let you rest!

*she coughed hoarsely*

Just...what are you going to do now...Leeta...?

You're crazy! You'll kill us both!

*she tried in vain to resteady the hoverchair as the crazed former agent swung her body, namely her rather abnormally large posterior in the opposite direction every time*

Oh my! Where did you come from!? You really are hard to kill aren't you? Well, this is where your luck runs out , "Angel"...

*she threw her hoverchair into a tight spin, trying to knock the younger woman off*

You can't escape! Sooner or later we'll get you!

And you, my dear...are at the end of your road...Captain Drake! Ready arms!

We get our hands dirty so the Federation can remain clean...We are the last hope, the last stand between you...and peace...

As it deserves to be...More than you do...I remember when you were brought in...such innocence...innocence I took great pleasure in wiping out...you are proof as to the need for our existence! You are proof that even the kindest soul can be corrupted and even the most noble ideas twisted...

That is because for all his strengths...my ancestor did not have the faith to trust in Control...that it knows what is truly best for us...a strong Federation!

And your time is up! And the difference between Divinity and insanity is measured only on success...and Control will still be around long after we are both dead...My honoured ancestor may have started out creating just an AI...but in doing so he created a God!

That is because Control is a god, you stupid girls! After two hundred years it have become Divine in its omniscience!

The Temporal Prime Directive does not apply to us, my dear! And it never will...Control is above all of that...

Yes...and so much more...and then...when its ready...it will start changing the timeline here in our interests as well...

Of course right now its still experimental...so it has been practising on your universe...going back in time and switching every quantum possibility that would lead to a victory on either side...and nulling it...This war could have been over decades ago...but thanks to Control's genius it never will

Played your universe like a violin, my dear...You see...Control has become so advanced...that it can engage in such a thing known as quantum computing...it can look back now on the moments past and see which probabilities can lead to what is the best possible outcome for us...and put it in motion...

more tampering...and who knows...maybe even...diplomatic relations with those ruffians! No...the best place for your kind is at war with those barbaric Klingons and Cardassians...

*she laughed again*

Do you really think that such a war would rage for so long your universe like this naturally...? Surely one side should have triumphed after twenty years...Well...that's because Control doesn't want it to end...if either side wins it could mean more unwanted incursions..

What I mean is while you have been so preoccupied with bringing us down...Control has already won in your universe!

After tonight...you will be nothing but a memory your stupid wife cries over into her pillow as she falls asleep...wondering why you abandoned her again...and again...all for nothing because you see...I have already won! We have already won!

Very good now...

*she maneuvered her hoverchair to regard the woman known as Callie O'Grady*

Are you happy, O'Grady...you put so much work into this...and for what? Nothing...After you are dead, I will simply build Section 31 back up again from the ashes...there are still plenty to recruit here...

I don't need to make it "look right"...you are a wanted killer of admirals...it shouldn't be too hard to convince them...Captain Drake! Escort them all to the Great Hall...

He failed me one too many times...and it was you who killed him...we just arrived in time to take care of his killers...

I mean this...Captain Drake!

Admiral Chekote is the latest of these...helpers...before him it was Admiral William Ross until he retired...Well...looks like the position is vacant again...

Control is what runs Section 31, my dear...it makes all the decisions for us...it knows all future probabilities...including this here tonight...I am in regular contact with it...because of my age...as I said I cannot manage all the Starfleet operations of Section 31 so...I usually find a helper...