Tristan (Tristan book 1) (Draft 1)

Chapter 06

After dropping off his passenger, Tristan headed for Helios prime. He was going to start the search for who was responsible for his time on the Sayatoga. On Helios Prime he would find Jeremiah Toleny, the human who had offered the job which led to his capture. It had been a simple retrieval, which he had taken to alleviate his boredom. The offer had been anonymous of course, but it hadn't taken him long to find out who was behind it and verify that he wasn't some bounty hunter looking for an easy target.

Landing on Helios Prime had been simple, he reprogrammed the tracker's ID to emit a private ownership, so many ships flew through, that the port couldn't afford to do more than a passing scan. Even before landing he was laying the ground work that would let him walk around without attracting undue attention.

Accessing the network he created an identity, someone inconspicuous, but who could be expected to own his own shuttle, even if it was an old tracker he had bought at a scrap-yard. He linked the identity to one of the multiple accounts he had hidden within the banking systems, the amount in it wasn't exorbitant, but enough that no one would question that he was vacationing here.

When he landed, Elijah, secretary to the vice president of Semetra corporation, a company so far away no one would even care about its existence, was completely created.

Finding Jeremiah's residence was simple, Humans had this need to keep everything organized, they rarely took any steps to hide who they were, even his passenger, as notorious as he was, never went to the extent of hiding his identity. All Tristan had to do was put Jeremiah's name in his data pad and he pulled his information from the local net.

He took position on the roof of the building on the other side of the road and watched his target go through his day, from preparing breakfast for his two sons, to sending them off to school, which was only a dozen blocks away. They walked there on their on. Tristan wasn't very familiar with human youth since he had no interest in them, but by their size he estimated the taller one to be maybe ten, and the younger half that age.

After that Jeremiah cleaned the kitchen and then left for work. He was surprised at the lack of a female in the house, Human families usually consisted of and adult male and female plus what ever children they had. He didn't let her absence bother him; it simply meant it was one less factor he had to worry about.

Jeremiah came back home exactly nine hours after leaving, one hour after that his children were also home. They would play while he prepared dinner, then they would eat together. After the area was cleaned Jeremiah would help his children with their school work and then do his own work while again they played.

Tristan didn't think much of how Jeremiah interacted with his children, he supposed it worked for humans, but it was very different from the way his father had raised him, and he thought himself much more suited for survival than those children would ever be.

He spend the following days still observing them, he also followed the children to their school, he needed to know how the place functioned since he was confident he would need to involve them in some manner to ensure Jeremiah would provide him with the information he wanted.

When he had their schedule, he formulated his plan. He would need to approach the children while the school let them play outside in the afternoon, any earlier and it would allow too much time for someone to notice something and alert their father. He would try to approach both of them, but he would start with the youngest, the way Jeremiah behaved around him, he was the favorite and if he could only get one he would be the most effective.

The house would be simple, the locks were from Gamilan; they were widespread because the same company offered an alarm system to go with it. Tristan supposed they were good enough, if they were installed somewhere no one attempted to break them. From his point of view, the house might as well not be protected.