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Shawb snorted at the comment.  “Details.”

Ryan took a pull from his drink.  “What’s in it for you to be offering anyway.  This is not at all like you, offering to help.”

Shawb knew Ryan was searching for something of value his contacts had said that much.  It didn’t seem that he was in a hurry since he hadn’t approached any other captain for the run but Delate.

“I have my own personal reasons and motives against Miss Delate.”  Shawb gestured absently in her last direction. 

“You don’t know what the job is Shawb and it will stay that way.  I have dealt with you before and I am fond of breathing.  AJ recommended…”

“Bah,” The Dorian threw up his hands in disgust.  “He is a broker.  Of course he chose her.”

“Look all I know is that from what I’ve heard she is the best out there.”  Ryan said getting up while the Dorian finished off both drinks left on the table in two quick gulps.  “Your disgusting.”

The Dorian just laughed.  “You’ll be sorry for choosing her professor.  This is much more involved that what it seems on the surface.”

Ryan turned his back on Shawb, perhaps a dangerous thing to do but Ryan wanted to leave and he wasn’t going to give Shawb the satisfaction of thinking he was bothered by the action.

As Ryan crossed the room, weaving between the tables, the last comment Shawb made was mulled over and dissected in Ryan’s mind.  There was no way that he could know what was going on.  The leak in the agency had been plugged.  But, it was unnerving to hear Shawb make a reference to the larger picture.  Even if Shawb was trying to get him to worry and made the statement without knowing anything, which was possible, but still this conversation needed to be reported.  

Ten minutes after leaving his meeting with captain Delate, Ryan turned down a rather nasty looking corridor and almost gagged on the stench.  Lights filled the space overhead but less than half worked or were even lamped.  The air handling system seemed to have forgotten this area entirely as the further he walked the colder it got.

Perhaps that was for the better Ryan mused.  By the time he reached the meeting place he could almost see his breath.

Crates long forgotten lined the sides of the hall and were stacked to the rafters, so to speak.  Ryan’s hand slipped to his side and briefly 

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