Oh Mother, where art thou?

[Lorelii_Darksaint]

Anderi led Moleigh silently through a maze of passageways, often times seeming to double back and retrace their path through the maze of corridors, eventually ending up in a section of the base that did not see regular human traffic. He stopped before an ancient set of blast doors, fished around in one of the pockets on his belt, pulled out a key card, then inserting into the slot in the security terminal on the wall next to the door. With a slow resonating grind, the doors parted, revealing a passageway that led further into the bowels of the base.

As the doors ground shut, he stopped and turned to face Moleigh, “We're safe enough here we can talk without being overheard. There's something going on in the base above us and we think someone in Orbital's leadership is involved, or is at least turning a blind eye to it. Guests have been disappearing... mind you, no one who's disappearance would be cause for a full blown investigation... but it's happening.”

“So how does this concern me? Wait, that didn't come out right. Where do I come in? I mean besides the fact that I was in a container headed off wor... ohh...” She stopped mid sentence, pausing, as she realized that it had almost happened to her as well but had been prevented by a major stroke of luck, sunk in. In a somewhat less than confident voice she said, “So your friends aren't working for Spa and Cruise?”

A new voice from behind her spoke, “Not exactly, Donna Darksaint. Go ahead, take those binders off her Anderi, I've got this. I'll vouchsafe for her.”

As Moleigh turned to the face the speaker and saw who was speaking, the shroud of her amnesia drifted away, clearing like a morning fog once the sun shines on it. “Romer... been a long time.” she said while rubbing her wrists as a person stepped out from the shadows. The man was tall and blonde, but his facial scaring made him look older than he was. “Still looking handsome as ever. I would have thought that some lawdog would have caught up with you by now... still running the same rackets?”

“No, not anymore. Like many of our old friends, I've found that working against those that took our place was much more... rewarding.” He smiled, showing his missing teeth. “When Anderi informed us that he had found something interesting on the cargo dock, I never dreamed it would be something, or someone that could aid us in our cause.”

“Hey, I'm not signing up with whatever scam you're running, yet.” Moleigh looked around Romer then down the passageway, “So where's that big ape of a friend our yours, Scar? He's never too far when you're conducting business.”

“Scar is the reason I got involved with this group. Shortly after we landed here on Curacao and came to Diogo, he vanished. At first that he had found himself a card game, another woman or had gone on a bender, but as more time passed and I didn't hear from him, I grew concerned. When I contacted Orbital's Public Relations, his room had been checked back in as being vacant shortly after we arrived. However, there was no official record of him actually leaving the island.” Romer took a breath and continued, “So I made a few inquiries and started doing a bit of checking around myself with no luck. After a few days I was contacted by a member of the group of people I work with now.”

“Who, they gotta name?”

“Yeah, I'm getting to that... anyways, we're loosely associated with the Bounty Hunter's Guild.” He looked at Moleigh for any sort of reaction, then added, “We're not on any official staff roster here on Diogo and only a few select members of Orbital's management even know how to contact us. This way we can take care of the dirty work involved when the official security leaders decide that the good company name shouldn't be associated with the investigation's final outcome.” As he finished, his datapad beeped. He checked it, then looked back at Moleigh, “You've been processed as being clean, we've been cleared to continue on to Control. Anderi take her on up, I''ll be along shortly.”

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