It's my job." She stated evenly, causing him to spin around in sudden alarm and anger. "Your job." He stammered after a moment of silence. "Your job!" He held up his arms. "Years of planning, making contacts, and careful arrangements. All this! And you destroyed my life. Killed my contacts. A Starfleet vessel acting outside their jurisdiction. And it's your job? You set us up!" "That's what I do." She smiled. "Nothing personal." "It is to me!" He yelled. "And for what? What were you after that was worth all this death and destruction?" His anger was starting to reach into rage. "That Cargo Carrier." She titled her head slightly, even as her body tensed. "And more is to follow this." She rolled her eyes and grinned. "And yes. What we seek is worth far more than a bunch of Pirates and their illegal operations, including you." "You're evil." His voice lowered to a near whisper as his body began to tremble with barely controlled rage. "I'm evil?" She laughed. "How many people died when you arranged for your Pirate friends to take down that freighter? At least I have a goal, you're operating from just greed. So who is the true evil here?"