Sniffing out Leads
Location: Joe's ready room
With PaDD in hand, Garran's massive form lumbered towards the ready room. On the way though he tapped his comm badge. =/\= Garran to Captain Rhimer. You'll want to drop what you're doing and get to your ready room. I've found something. =/\=
=/\= Was just checking in on Soren,=/\= Joe replied. =/\=Go on in, I'll be up in a few minutes,=/\= He said.
It took Garran a few minutes to reach the ready room himself, not having the speed of younger men anymore. He carried his age well though, and though his fur was graying, it made him look distinguished, and with his eyes still alight with life he still looked fierce. He still made it right before Joe did though, and was waiting, sitting in an enlarged and strengthened chair specifically placed in the ready room for him. He spoke as soon as the doors closed behind Joe. "I found Bear."
"Great!" Joe said, excitedly. "Sooner we get him back to Soren, the better," He said, heading for his own seat on the opposite side of the desk. "Where is he?"
"His father has him. So we can't just go get him yet, but we know where he is and we know that he's safe. Also means we have a target and can start making plans." Garran mused, placing a PaDD on Joe's desk. "But there's more. I found several things that seem to tie together, or at least orbit each other. The kidnappers are the Dark Star merc group. They're a shadowy bunch, professionals, ex spec ops. Hard folk. They're the ones who kidnapped Bear and delivered him to his Father. But the thing is - Bear's father didn't hire them."
"Well... who did?" Joe asked, looking over the PaDD with a disgruntled look on his face.
"That, I can't say with any certainty. All I know is that the name used is an alias, the funds have been forwarded through several Ferengi bank accounts and I can't trace it - Migrator knows I've thrown enough resources and favors at it." Garran sounded as frustrated as Joe did. "I have my suspicions though. This person has to be intimately familiar with Starfleet's operations, had to have known when and where we were docked, plan the whole kidnapping. Had to have contacts high up in Starfleet. Sources. Leaks. Whichever. And has to be the kind of person who does not want to be found, at any cost."
"Finally, has to have ties to Bear's father, well buried through they are - enough of a vested interest to do the man an expensive favor." Garran flicked an ear. "Do we know someone who fits that description?"
Joe scowled, "This LeMars bastard is starting to meddle way too much for my taste," He groused. "Any leads on finding him?"
"I must stress that I have no direct evidence linking LeMars to this. Just a suspicion, a hunch, a theory. Either way, this is the only lead I have for you." Garran mused, motioning to the PaDD. "Bear's father is the key. I don't know how it all ties together, just that the answers lie with him, hidden somewhere. We find Bear, we find our lead."
Joe sighed, "If he even knows what's going on, Garran," Joe said. "This LeMars guy has us in his sights," He explained. "I hate Starfleet Intelligence for this sort of shit - no offense," Joe said, "All of this secretive bullshit leaves ships like ours in the line of fire and we have no idea."
He shook his head and stared at his desk for a moment, "Let's get this meeting with Alec and the senior staff. I want to make sure we know what we're up against, why LeMars is targeting us, and what we can expect going forward," He explained.
Garran gave a nod. "No offense taken, Joe. I'll get back to seeing what I can find. Though honestly, I think I've found all I can." he mused, rising to his feet.
"If anyone can find it, Garran, you can," Joe said. There was a pause as Joe seemed to regard the massive Carnelian before him, "Garran..." He said, slowly, before taking a deep breath.
"I understand. Why you didn't tell me all of this," He explained. "I don't like it, though. It... broke a level of trust that I had with you," He said. "But... It hasn't changed our relationship as friends, I suppose. I hope that we can be more honest with each other going forward so... so I don't have to feel like you might not be telling me everything," He explained.
"I just wanted you to know that. There's no hard feelings, but... I'm going to be double-checking what you say for a while... I hope you can understand that," Joe said, trying to find the right words for what he was thinking.
"I do." was Garran's easy reply. "Like I said, no offense taken. I'm glad, relieved even, that you still consider us friends." He hesitated a moment before speaking again. "You asked me once if I was ever going to let you know where I'm from, what brought me here, and I told you that when we're both old men sitting on a beach with drink in hand I'd tell you. Well, Alec has declassified my file for your eyes. It's all there for you. Everything I am."
Joe studied the man for a moment, then nodded, "I'm sure that'll read like a Jack Ryan novel," He said, a hint of a grin on his face. "Thank you, Garran. I appreciate the trust," He replied, nodding to his friend. "And our friendship was never in question... just nervous of classified or need-to-know information is all," Joe replied.
Garran flicked an ear. "You won't like everything you'll read in there I'm sure. But my loyalty lies entirely with the ideals, the ideas the federation stands for. Long as that's what you stand for, you can rely on me." He reached over to rest a massive hand on Rhimer's shoulder for a moment. "Migrator as my witness, you have my word."
Joe patted the massive, fur-covered arm and nodded, "For what it's worth, Garran, that still holds plenty of weight in my book."