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The problem with allowing Kevin to explore any market while unsupervised is that sooner or later he will stumble across one gambling den or another, which may or may not result in him being chased by burly individuals a little too eager to fold him into pretzelian shapes. It is not that possessing a knack for estimating probabilities and having God on his side could ever be counted as cheating. It is just that rational explanations and assertions of fair play tend to fall on deaf ears when one's listeners have been stripped to their underthings.

Honestly, some people just don't know when to stop.

Not that Kevin himself is stopping any time soon. After a few twists and turns, one ruined spice stand, three turned trashcans and one stomped cat's tail, he is crashing right into you. Yes, you.

'Excuse me! Excuse me!'

The reason for his haste becomes quite apparent when a group of very angry beings belonging to a surprisingly varied selection of species turn around the corner. In compliance with universal protocol, they are also shouting and waving weapons in a most menacing fashion. A rather impressive feat, considering that they are, indeed, stripped to their underthings.

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Oh, so that is where the liquid came from. Kevin does not resist at all, but the other gamblers are cursing and struggling quite a bit.

'Sir, please forgive me for asking, but what are you?'

Not a demon, he is quite sure, but still somewhat disturbing. Regardless, the strange man seems very keen on avoiding shootings of any sort, which Kevin cannot help but approve of.

Can't Kevin see Odo is busy? Odo will answer anyway, but there is such a thing as having to drag four people to Security, if not all of them, and watch everybody. Besides, he doesn't like bringing up the subject with unknown people. But he morphed in front of everyone and Kevin's curiosity is understandable.

"I'm a Changeling."

Changeling?

'...

...

A fairy?'

Seriously, he doesn't look like a being that exchanges places with human babies for a living. Still, noticing the man's annoyance, Kevin stoops to collect the abandoned weapons and follow him like a good boy.

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A fairy? "What?" Odo noticed Kevin took the weapons and watches him more closely. He looks trustworthy, but Odo doesn't trust appearances and will not release him.

Odo's what? indicates he committed yet another faux pas. He doesn't seem intent on doing anything with the weapons besides keeping them away from the disgruntled group.

'I-I could tie them up, if that helps...'

The gamblers object fiercely and with very colorful language.

"I don't need help!" Odo almost snaps. He catches himself right on time. "Unless you too want to work for Security, that is." Yes, Odo is trying to recruit someone.

Mister Changeling is so grumpy. Kevin shakes his head, looking a little flustered.

'I-I am merely a butler, sir.' And a smiting angel of divine retribution, but that is neither here nor there. 'Are you a policeman?'

He most certainly acts like one.

While this conversation takes place, Odo is dragging everyone towards Security.

"Yes, I am one. I was one back on Deep Space Nine." Good times, good times.

He follows him meekly, hoping he is not in too much trouble. The gamblers are still grumbling quite a bit.

'A policeman from space?'

The things God has never told him about!

Odo scoffs. Police work is police work, whether in space or anwyhere else. "Yes, a policeman from space."

Oh, they are nearing Security. Good, good! After spending over eight hours with those people, Kevin is starting to realize he doesn't want to be friends with them anymore.

'T-there is no policemen from space where I come from, or...' He gives Mister Grumpy Changeling a shy look. 'The stars are merely...the stars.'

"It's not any different than on a planet," Odo says. Why would it be, anyway? Except from the change of laws from here to there, of course.

'That must be true, sir. You do sound like a police officer.'

Not so different from the poor fellows trying to figure out what is going on in Whitechapel, except that those don't turn into liquid or grow extra arms. Perhaps they would like to.

Kevin is quick to open the Security building's door for Officer Changeling, even if he is still holding his arms and Kevin himself is still carrying the abandoned weapons. Indeed, sometimes one must multitask. He might not have extra arms, but he still has a couple of legs and good intentions.

Odo sighs. Once he's arrived in Security, he proceeds to tell the people in Security what he saw. He also takes the weapons from Kevin to give them to Security.

Well, this angel is certainly fretting a little. Last time he was in trouble with the law he got punished and banished from heaven. Truth be told, his offense had been much more serious than mere gambling, but one never knows. He gives the Security personnel an uncertain look, wondering if he is indeed doomed. Nobody wants to employ a servant with a police record. What is he supposed to do?

'I am innocent, I swear!'

This wasn't the best defense, even hardened criminals (and Quark) used it. Odo scoffed.

"He apparently used mathematics"

Oh good, Officer Changeling seems to be on his side! Or so he hopes.

'Precisely! Simple rules of probability. Anyone can do it, I swear.'

There is much protesting from the other gamblers' corner, though their point doesn't quite come across since their weapons have been found to be illegal. In a hurry, Kevin reaches for his coat pocket, and has to explain to the nice Security people that he just wants to get his notebook, his notebook, please, do not shoot. He shows the small notebook to them and it is, indeed, filled with equations.

It's confirmed, this young man would have had his place in Starfleet. Were he from the right universe. Odo sighs. Good thing he was here.

Completely ignorant of Officer Changeling's thoughts, Kevin keeps trying to defend himself in the most awkward manner. It is enough for Security to let him off the hook with a fee for causing so much trouble. Since his adventures have been rather lucrative, he accepts their decisions gladly and even promises to return the gentlemen's clothes. They do not fit him or anyone he knows, after all.

'Honestly, I was considering charity...'

Odo sighs and rolls his eyes at Kevin's awkwardness, but on the other hand Kevin is much more cooperative than most he's seen. Odo then remembers the suggestion he wanted to make.

"I think this young man has his place in Security. He's helped me a lot."

Kevin lets the notebook fall. He what?!

'S-sir, I am merely a house servant and...completely unfit for violent situations!'

He has been unfit for violent situations for the last three thousand years! And...technically, he is a convicted criminal. Unless Officer Changeling means he could clean this office. All those files look like they could use some proper organization.

Odo scoffs. "You did handle this well, for someone who isn't fit. Besides, you can get some training if you feel you need it."

On the other hand, Security doesn't need underconfident people.

One kind of gets underconfident when one's decision making contributes to sending a blessed soul to hell and causing the fall of a kingdom. Technically.

'I-I would be glad to assist in any trouble and clean, though I fear it is too soon for any official engagement, Mister---?'

"Odo. I think you should start training anyway. You'll come soon enough. But I think I didn't catch your name?"

T-training...

'Kevin Cecil, sir. It is a pleasure to meet you.'