He pulls back a sleeve, revealing a wrist console strapped to his arm. He makes a few quick taps, and then looks up.
"You should be getting a set of files on your Mobile Comms Units right now. It has a few possible leads we can follow up on..."
He yawns, and sips a bit of his coffee.
"Now, while we're here, I suggest we discuss the events we ourselves saw..."
Perrot sighs.
"...but, before we do this, you have to make a promise to me - no screwing around. No cutting corners. No slacking off. If you mess this up, Im going to have Internal Affairs so far up your ass you won't be able to take a crap. Oui, mes amis?"