Private Eye

Posted on Mon Jul 19th, 2010 @ 9:13am by James Wilson LLB PI [P: Ratchford]

Mission: Welcome to Archa IV
Location: Station Promenade

James strolled along the promenade of the station, hands behind his back and his stride leisurely. His usual crisp appearance looked no more out of place among the people occupying this commerce hub of the station than it would among a meeting of ambassadors, the finely tailored clothing somehow appropriate when worn by him for any situation. He picked up an apple from the nearby fruit stand, tossing the owner of the stand a small strip of latinum in exchange as he took a bit of the red ball.

He had just moved aboard the station, and had spent his first night in the quarters that were also going to be his offices. The two-deck compartment would serve as the hub for his work as a private investigator - or private eye, as he was commonly called. The station was full of mysteries just waiting to be discovered and unravelled. Even as he strolled along the promenade, his mind made note of everything he saw. The human couple standing in a secluded area between two allocated lots of stores, giving every appearance of a youthful couple in the throws of new love. James' eyes instantly picked out the small, tell-tale signs of the cosmetic surgery the woman had used to reverse the effects of ageing, and the pale band around her finger which demonstrated the true nature of her heart.

The Bolian and the Ferengi, walking in clear view of everyone, talking of a transaction relating to the sale of a bar in the Aldeia sector, appearing nothing more than two legitimate businessmen. James recognised the slight bulge of a concealed phaser in the Bolian's boot, and the slight of hand as a passer-by dropped a small note into his left jacket pocket. He saw the security officers, seemingly patrolling the promenade and keeping the peace. He also saw that one of them did not carry a weapon as the others did, and that his hands were rough, used to tough work. An engineer, attempting to avoid duty in a menial area of the station and posing as a security guard while enjoying the light and business of the promenade. Few of the security personnel would likely recognise a menial worker from the lower levels, and the station was large enough that a new face among the security staff for a day would not raise too many eyebrows.

James smiled to himself. Oh yes. Plenty to keep him occupied on this station. All he needed to do was to find a way to advertise his services to get him the work. He headed towards the security offices, hoping to find one of the station's security officers there.