Marked

[Reeves]

The Pilgrim swung in alongside the hollowed out rock to moor and receive much needed repairs, while Morreti was promptly cleared to dock with the station and did so hastily. Flinging his ship in through the bay doors and then down onto a free pad with an audible thump. It was quite clear the he was angry, but he put on a relatively well composed facade for the sake of keeping the family inclined to talk to him and provide information. They had to have known something on where the girl was, they had gone through the trouble of tying up all their loose ends and wouldn't have just let her go.

The family were all huddled up near a food stall on the station's interior, with its very tangible iciness someone had done them the courtesy of purchasing them all something hot to drink along with various packages of food rations. All of them look mortified, but Sal's wife, now a widow stood up and met Morreti halfway down the hall from the rest of her folk. She looked at him with a mixture of gratitude and disappointment, it was obvious she didn't know about his criminal affiliations. And if she was honest with herself, she believed that was why Sal came under such malevolent scrutiny. "Sandra, where's Stevie? She appreciated that at least the first thing out of the strange man's mouth was a question about her missing daughter. "They took her from us just before we were forced onto the transport. Two men came, said she had to come with them.. I tried to offer myself up instead but they just shoved me away. There was some other vile man giving them orders, he mentioned taking her back to the ship.. but I don't know where my girl is anymore.." The shock was helping her stay lucid and less emotional than she otherwise might have been, but it would only last so long before she needed to break. Morreti, being who he was, did not offer her consolation and instead took a step back and waited for a few moments. "It's very important that you try and tell me what the man who took her looked like. Every second wasted on grief is a second more of the trail running cold. Eventually, I'll have no trail to follow." Despite her best efforts, her composure would not return. Her sobbing attracted the attention of her young son, who did what Morreti would not which was to console the grieving widow. The boy seemed to be clutching something in his hand, a small tablet quite popular among people who pursued art as a hobby. The image caused Morreti's brain to click like a bullet being loaded into a barrel and he immediately pulled the boy aside. "The man that took your sister, can you draw what he looked like?" The boy, barely tall enough to stand at Morreti's waist level simply looked up at him confused, and obviously traumatized. "I'll find your sister if you can focus and do that for me." The words finally got through to the child, and with a tearful blink of the eyes, he nodded and sat down to dig through his mangled thoughts for the specific memory required.

It was a painful thirty minutes, but when he'd finished, Morreti forwarded the result to Olivia in the hopes she might recognize whoever it was. They certainly didn't look like anyone he'd be familiar with, but Sandra was right when she described him as a vile man. Definitely sleazy in every sense of the word. With what he needed in terms of a new lead, Morreti left the family under the protection of the combat liner's crew who had been instructed to keep them safe until this whole ordeal was at its end. He had no intention of wasting time here trying to console any of them, it was simply counterproductive and pointless. Instead, he got back in the seat of his mostly repaired Eagle and took off, setting a course for Pittsburgh.

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