Know Your Enemy

Posted on Thu May 31st, 2012 @ 9:06am by Chief Warrant Officer Daryl Hastings & James Wilson LLB PI [P: Ratchford]

Mission: The Mystery Men of Mira
Location: Service Corridor [Deck 78]
Timeline: MD04 - 1430hrs.

[ON]

"You'd think Gunning had taken every officer on the station with him, the amount of non-coms I've been hanging around lately." The voice of the station's own resident private investigator came into being out of the quiet behind the master-at-arms for Starbase 332 along one of the quieter corridors which circled just within the station's protective outer hull. The large view ports covering the most external wall and the almost absolute quiet one normally found there made it a popular place for people who just liked to gaze out at the stars, and as it spanned the larger 'mushroom' section of the station rather than the smaller 'spindle', it was sufficiently expansive that one would have to be extremely coincidental to happen to occupy the same section as another being without planning on it.

Hastings wasn't taken aback, as such. He had already been to the office of James Wilson, P.I. earlier that day, only to be told that he didn't meet people without an appointment. The secretary had taken his name and his position on the ship but had refrained from actually giving him an appointment, preferring instead to tell the Chief Warrant Officer that, "Mr Wilson will see you soon."

"I knew a man like you once," Hastings said, his privately-educated English accent firmly in place, "always used to appear where he was least expected."

"To me, coming to a place like this, one would almost suspect you were hoping to bump into someone.... 'unexpected'," Wilson noted in response. This part of the station was the idyllic location for such a meeting, if you followed the whimsical fantasies of the fiction writers who adorned Wilson's bookcase-cum-floorspace, but most without such clandestine meetings in mind only came to the section either as a couple or in order to think in solitude.

"What is it you wanted to speak to me about?"

Hastings rolled forward on the balls of his feet and turned to face the Investigator. "I need some advice. More specifically, I need some names."

"Jacob, Julianna, Tro'tath... though I wouldn't use that last one if you're planning to visit Bolarus any time soon; it doesn't have a very pleasant translation in Bolian."

"You're right, I should have been more specific." Hastings said, not allowing the Private Eye to get his blood up. "I need the names of anyone who's been coming through Three Three Two more often than normal. People with previous criminal records that they might have covered up or anyone that you've met on your... travels. We've got some Orion women coming aboard the station and it looks like they were being smuggled through three-three-two."

"Well Krell's been coming through more than usual lately, but I'm pretty sure that a refusal to kill a tribble only counts as a criminal record in the Klingon Empire." Seeing the man's flat face at the jibe, the detective sighed to himself. "You may want to check up on a man named Voight."

By the time Hastings had turned to face the detective he had disappeared

[OFF]

Chief Warrant Officer Daryl Hastings [NPC: Gunning]
Master-At-Arms

James Wilson LLB PI [NPC: Prax]
Private Investigator