The Red Line

VI

Meanwhile

The sky was a mirror of Iagon's foul mood, the rain as heavy as his anger, when the hummer pulled into Elysium security.

"I don't understand". D. Joan mumbled aloud (for the tenth time.) He set his jaw and shook his head. "Do you think he planned this?"

"Of course not!"

"Should we involve Suvisara?"

"Unless you want to loose your position and job with this company than you will leave that bit to me. Understood?"

"Yes sir".

Iagon ran a thumb between his eyebrows while glaring at the tablet in his lap. "I want details on the escaped prisoner: 2x41. And his ship. I believe it's a 190 flitzer bi build".

"I'll look into it".

"I want the port teams up and running."

"Should we send out a warrant?"

"No". This operation was considered classified on an Elysium top priority level. Outside help was forbidden, and unnecessary. "We don't need mercenaries sticking their greedy noses where they don't belong". He chided.

"And what about the trackers".

"What about them?"

"They've been offline, sir".

"For now".

Iagon thought he was doing a pretty good job, keeping his calm and whatnot. But beneath the surface, he was outraged. The amount of overtime coming his way, thanks to 7t39, was already giving him a migraine.

"Do you think he has a course?" D. Joan asked. Drawing Iagon's attention.

A fuzz of neon purple caught the humvee window. Under the current weather conditions it was difficult seeing the butterfly at the top of Elysium, but not impossible. Iagon had no problem spotting the insect.

"I think", Iagon began, "Our boy is looking for someone".

"I'm not following".

Iagon did a quick search on his tablet before pulling up a file. He held the device out for D. Joan to inspect.

"This is 7t98".

"I don't recall seeing him".

"Of course you dont". Iagon sniffed. He set the tablet back in it's pouch. "He was transferred a few months ago. Around the time 7t39 began this foolish behavior".

"He's going after him". D. Joan finalized.

"I suspect so".

"Does he know where to look?"

"Of course he does".

7t39 wouldn't have gone through this much trouble without a ground base, some form of Intel on the boy's whereabouts.

Iagon settled back with a satisfied grin. "If our port teams are as good as they brag than I have no suspicions that 7t39 will make it that far. But if he does, I'm afraid he'll be greatly disappointed".

"Sir?"

The humvee whined to a stop infront of the Elysium tower. Iagon made a reach for the handle as he directed D. Joan over his shoulder. "Request for the usage of my ship. Make it ready in two hours".

"Your leaving?"

"If 7t39 can make it past the ports I want to be the first to congratulate him".

"Should I request for autopilot?"