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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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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.'

Odo isn't good at niceties. "Well... me too."

That goes without saying, but many people Kevin interacts with are exactly like that.

'Should I call you Officer Odo, sir?'

"I'm not an officer yet." But soon...

Oh, that is true! Mister Odo has just arrived like Kevin and the others.

'I understand.' Distractedly, he organizes the files on the nearest desk in a neat pile. The other policemen have left to lock the gamblers in the jail downstairs. 'You are working really hard.'

"Heh." Yes, he does. Otherwise he wouldn't be of much use.

"I don't think you should touch these just yet." What if Security comes back right this instant?

'They are out of order, aren't they?'

He shows the police files to Odo. They certainly are out of order. Kevin wonders if having to defend the fleet from their outside enemies have caused their gentle hosts to concentrate their resources on the military rather than security.

Oh, dear, are they absolutely and annoyingly out of order. But they aren't theirs in the first place.

"The files aren't ours and we shouldn't touch them without anyone's knowledge."

They most certainly are!

'Yes, sir.'

He puts the files down, looking very much like a scolded child.

Odo sighs and rolls his eyes. He's seriously reconsidering his assessment of Kevin as a good Security officer. A good Security officer doesn't act childish when pointed out a mistake.

So strict! Naturally, Odo's judging expression only makes Kevin look more embarrassed.

'Sir, I believe I have caused enough trouble as it is, haven't I?'

This is his cue to retreat. Future Officer Odo has certainly more important things to do, right?

Odo sighs. The hell Kevin has. "Oh, you didn't intend to cause more, did you?"

'I did not intend to cause any trouble in the first place!'

It was just gambling. Gambling. Perfectly innocent gambling!

Oh, right, he didn't want to. But intent is not magic, you know. Odo scoffs.

So much judging. Kevin takes a step back, smiling politely.

'W-well, see you later, Mister Odo. I hope you will be Officer Odo next time we meet again.'

For training, apparently.

"I hope too." Odo hopes he won't have to get him out of trouble again before that.

That depends on how many gambling dens he can still be banned from.

Well if you could just stop gambling. Problem solved.

Good heavens, what is the fun in that?

Police work is more fun. Or Odo wouldn't do it. Or something.

Odo's idea of fun is just a little questionable.

Odo's idea of fun is Odo's. Deal with it.