Where there's a will...

[Jihadjoe]

"Self belief is everything." That's what he'd been telling himself for the last four hours.

He had checked and re-checked the records and found nothing. Nothing that would help anyway. Leon Chevalier was nothing if not a determined man however, or so he told himself... Repeatedly. He'd find something, he was sure of it.

The Normandie had disappeared some time ago, and the trail was annoyingly cold. He would have been on board were it not for the emergency call he had responded to some hours previous to the ship's dramatic exit. Leon cursed to himself and continued looking through the piles of worthless data.

"Without a trace... Why is it always so damned personal?"

He stood up, trying to rub some of the tireness from his eyes as he walked down towards the hangar bays on the Castres. His home on Nevers seemed more and more like an inviting prospect, and without Alice DeFrance in his care, there was little keeping him on the Bretonian front.

His Lynx floated slowly out into the vacuum and circled around the ship slowly. He listened to the quiet beeping of the radiation sensors as he drifted past the mighty engine exhaust ports on the Castres.

One moment can change everything, and this was one of those moments. Leon's eyes opened wide suddenly, as he recalibrated his Lynx's scanners, fixing a lock on the promethene exhaust signature from the Castres' engine.

"Self belief, Leon... Self belief, or a trail of breadcrumbs."

He turned the Lynx around, and waited impatiently for docking clearance with the Castres.

"I'll find her..."

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