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Side Sim - Valt Minor - Apartment

Posted Feb. 22, 2019, 9:37 a.m. by Ensign Valleea (Doctor) (Lindsay B)

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Orr looked at the results. If he had been kidnapped that would have sported some kind of news. Besides, in this day and age of technology, kidnapping was rare. There were too many trails to follow, even in a fly by transport. He looked at the two notable recommendations. What seemed to Orr to be the most likely was that he became a part of some kind of shadow organization, like Section 31 or Temporal Investigations, or the IRS. It had to be something compelling - be it a fear or a very enticing option that pulled Daharren away from her. They would hit on two options for now. One was the apartment and the other to speak to Major Osvern.

He would send Benji and Val to speak to the apartment. He would speak to Major Osvern. Around his hotel room the three had gathered. “You two check out the apartment. An apartment has a landlord. Check out the place. Pose as potential renters and that you had known Daharren in school and that he had lived there and liked it. After a bit of time to get your relationship together you’re back to continue studies. Ask about him and if he is still there and follow that conversation.” He pointed to one of the recommendations. “I’ll talk to Osvern, and wanting to poach Daharren but can’t seem to locate him.”

“What are you going to say,” Val asked.
“One of our shell companies, a private defense research firm called DefCom, is looking for new blood.”
“Forgot about that one. Is that still running?”
“Received a grant from the KAF. The Klingons are always ready to fund something that might make them more lethal.”
“With defense?” Benji asked.
“Better defense means more time to pound the others. Backwards logic but it worked for them. So lets get some sleep and get out in the morning and check these places out.
- Orr

The apartment building was in a modest neighbourhood and looked pretty clean, if simple. The six floors of the structure were basically squares, and on the outside, it looked like there were probably 4-6 suites on each floor. Well cared for, there was a bit of minor landscaping at the entrance and front walk and even from the street you could see there was a comm unit at the double doors that was the front entrance.

~Valleea

They duo pulled up in a taxi, paid the driver, and got out. Benji took it in. Val frowned. “Would you want to live there?”
“As a typical starving student, looks pretty good. But he wasn’t starving.”
Val took his hand. “Time to play the part. Let’s look around the neighborhood, spin about the perimeter to take it in and then see whose home.”
“We’re looking for an apartment not trying to tactically assault the place.” He looked around. “Let’s get the flavor of the place and see. We can end at that cafe and have a drink and watch the place and see who goes in and out. Don’t want to rent a place with a bunch of old people in it. Not as students.”
Val smirked. “Ever the practical one.”

Together they took in the sites around the building and neighborhood, looking for transit routes and shops and such for student necessities - and to see where Daharren might have gone to to relax. Someone there might remember him. An hour later they were at the cafe, and after another hour of drinking coffee and pouring over ‘vacancies’ at local apartments and course studies, they packed up and moved to the comms unit.

Benji fumbled with his civilian comms as though looking for a name. Val pressed the comms.
- Val/Benji

The general comm led to the building manager, who lived on site. A woman’s voice came on, sounding a bit older but it was hard to gauge. ||Hello? Building Management…||

~Valleea

Val replied. || Hello, ah hi. We’re hoping to see a suite to rent? || Benji stil had his nose buried in his comms. Typical. No help. She hated a intercom almost as much as leaving messages. || There’s two of us. Me and my fella. ||
Benji’s brow rose. ‘Fella?’ He mouthed. Val shrugged.
Val/Benji

||Hold on, I’ll be there in a moment.||

A couple minutes later, a middle-aged Valtese woman appeared and opened the door, gesturing for them to step in. “Hello, I’m Riase. Come on into the office and and we can talk.”

Riase led them to a small office around the corner that was neatly kept and sparsely decorated. But it felt cozy rather than utilitarian, added by the plants the woman was clearly found of since there were several. “What sort of suite are you looking for?” she said as she took a seat on the other side of the desk and gestured for them to sit.

~Riase


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