Oaths Are for the Obedient

[Leo]

He noted the sterile surroundings not unlike a clean room--here, it was even more out of place than it would be otherwise. The trip here made sure to drive that point home. What's more, is he suspected that the Security Officer was told to bring him here. He chatted way too much to not have been nervous about something. He glanced around him, playing the part of being confused when he saw a shadow dart behind one of the external tanks just outside of the pristine walls. Dagger-7 was still shadowing him. Good. Maybe he wasn't so bad of an agent after all. He looked around and noticed that the bay was clear of any ship. Either their target had left to continue his smuggling or he was off doing something with intent to come back. Dagger-2 waved his compatriot over. Dagger-7 materialized out of the shadows. "Status." he said. This was, after all, his show. "I trust you heard everything our friend went through?" the big man nodded his affirmation. "Seems our target was doing a lot more than smuggling." he said glancing around. Dagger-7 nodded in agreement. "A clean room. Seems we mischaracterized the man. Not a smuggler but--" "--a scientist or researcher. I was thinking the same thing. That is decisively more dangerous concerning the materials he is suspected of transporting. The man seems to be gone for the time being. Do a subtle search of the surroundings, see if you find anything." Dagger-7 bristled a bit. "I know this is your show...so what else would you do in this situation?" Dagger-7 smiled a small smile and dug around in a pouch pocket. He handed the contents to Dagger-2. Bugs. A lot of them. Dagger-2 smiled. "Good man." he said clasping him on the shoulder before the two got to work.

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You fear oblivion. Yet you forget. The universe remembers every atom of your being. Even dust hums your name in the dark.
Roleplay is dead. Long live Powertraders and PvP I guess.