Perrot nodded at Gerald, looking into the projection still floating in midair.
"Lillian got some information...from her contacts. It's in one of the messages on your comms units - a station surveillance tape..."
The projection suddenly changed, showing a fuzzy recording. There was the vague picture of a Council vessel, either an Agama or a Basilisk. Near it, there was a strange, grey ship, apparenlt modular, with it's wings set below the cockpit.
"That's the best picture of the ship that we've recorded...it's currently being cross referenced with currently known Sirian ship designs."
He began tapping his finger.
"The other files are profiles on the victims families, possible witnesses, and possible conspirators. I want you to look over that list, and tell me, now, if you know any of them personally."