| An Unlikely Pair of Detectives |
| Summary: | Kincaid arranges a meeting with two marines. |
| Date: | 7 Mar 2042 |
| Related Logs: | Checking the Red-Headed Record |
| Players: |
   |
| Security Hub |
|---|
| More than just an office for the Marines and their XO, this room has remote surveillance views of the Brigs as well as a state of the art communications center built into the far bulkhead. A locked and heavily armored door to the aft leads into another room, the white lettering on it reading 'ARMORY.' There are a few desks scattered around the room for getting necessary paperwork done and the Commandant's picture hangs on the wall next to one of the President. |
| Post-Holocaust Day: #374 |
The Security Hub. It's where Kincaid has claimed for himself a tiny little desk in a tiny little corner with some tiny little chairs that he's arranged around it. Two, in fact. And he's behind his desk and has asked Crewman Lagana and Corporal Rian to drop by. What the women might have in common? Who knows?
Rian stomps her usual gait into the security hub. In a dumbed down version of the ground battle dress uniform she looks as though she has just finished patrol duty. With a smile on her pale lips she walks over to where Kincaid is working, taking the chair on the opposing side of the desk. One fluid movement she spins it around and takes a seat, upper body pressing against the back rest as she asks, "What's up doc?" In a light tone. The marine seems to be in good spirits, which is out of sorts for her.
Having had to clean up and get out of duty at the sickbay, Circe arrives not long after Rian. Her hair pulled back into a strict bun and the sleeves rolled up. Slowing, she approaches Kincaid's desk and then looks at Rian. "Sorry I couldn't make it any sooner." She says, her voice trailing slightly as she looks between them, a brow raising. The medic remains standing, arms folding and her hands settling to the crook of her elbows.
"Sure, Lagana. Take a seat." Kincaid waves at the other chair that he has pulled up around his desk. He has a manila folder on his desk. "Lagana, you might recall our chat we had a little while back about a doctor that was performing — certain — off-the-grid medical services, right?" Though the question is directed at Circe, he includes Rian in the information it includes.
Rian leans forward and glances over the folder on his desk, little good it does her though. Dark eyes widen as he speaks about off-the-grid medical services, ick she can just imagine what that means. A sideways look is given to Circe and a nod in greeting before she speaks, "Which doctor?"
As she is asked to take a seat, Circe finally does. Sliding into the chair and perching at its edge as she leans over the file that is quickly offered to her. "Yes, of course I do. I hope you have come upon some hard evidence to end your case." She had helped. She looks over to Rian and offers a tight smile and nod in return.
"I do. I got one of his 'patients' to flip." Kincaid turns his manila folder on around and turns it open so that the two of them can see it. "But I need a little harder information on him before I can bring down the boom. That's where you two come in."
Rian scans over the papers in the file, her frown going fierce with each passing second. A nod is all that is offered to Kincaid.
"The two of us?" Circe asks with a bit uncertainty. A brow lifts slowly and she glances towards Rian, not sure exactly how they both played into this. "Rather..what can we do to help."
"Lagana, I need you to get the gossip in the Sickbay. This guy doesn't work for Rene-Marie for free. And no one gets paid in cubits. So I want to know what his vice is. Women? Drugs? Booze?" Kincaid lists the usual suspects. "And as for you, Rian, I need someone conducting survailence him that isn't one of the usual suspects among the MP's. His usual game is that he 'misses the last shuttle' off Elpis and takes on his extra patients then. I want to see if you can confirm that and try to figure out what his usual sort of 'extra patient' is."
Her brows furrow at his words and she draws a long breath, "Very well. I think that might be approachable. I do the best I can." She knows a great deal of the staff in sickbay, Cerberus was her home from day one of her first assignment, sailing right with the ship. The newer ones still are some mystery to her but she will navigate them some day. She is not liking the sound of this doctor and it shows on her face. "Well, I can attempt to get you something within the week, I spend a great deal of my time in the bay."
"Surveillance is what I'm good at." Rian speaks with a nod in a matter-of-fact tone, "though it used to reconnaissance for saggie hold ups, not listening to gossip around the ship." The marine ads a shrug, looking to the medic as she speaks but says nothing to her. Facing back to Kincaid she wonders, "Can you speak to the CO to get my patrol shifts switched the Elphis or the hangar deck? It would make it much easier to snoop."
"I'll be sure to talk to Lieutenant Lunair about it," promises Kincaid. "I appreciate you two being willing to chip in. I know police work isn't necessarily what you do, but these are some more specialized requirements." He flashes a grin. "Anyhow. Any questions?"
"Any other leads on who he likes to speak with or hang around? Could help me out if sickbay produces nothing. WE are on duty there, its not like we get much time to speak to each other when taking care of patience." Circe ventures.
Rian reaches out and takes a paper from the folder, reading it over as the LC speaks, a nod signifying she had heard him. Tossing the paper back to the folder she keeps her expression blank, "any specific orders? Should I report to an MP or directly to yourself? Anything I should pay special attention too?" As Lagana chimes in she nods once again, tousled brown hair bouncing over her pale cheeks, "I can't exactly be expected to ring up much conversation while on duty as well."
Kincaid shakes his head. "I don't have the foggiest, Lagana. Sorry. I figured you'd work it out if the Sickbay didn't work. But if not, then just let me know and I'll try a different route." And then to Rian: "You can report to me. As for paying attention, just keep a low profile. I don't want him to know we're on to him. But just get a sense for what his clientele is like."
"I will do what I can. I am sure something will arise." Circe intones and then looks to Rian, listening to the response as she stows away what she will need to do in the next couple of days. Her thoughts wander a moment to extra shifts or gathering with the med staff instead of the marines.
"Low profile, got it." Rian nods, taking orders is easy for her. "Should I move quarters to the Elpis in the mean time?" She questions, head tilting to one side a moment.
Kincaid shakes his head. "That won't be necessary. I'll just have you blend in with the patrols when he's headed over there to do his work." Kincaid flips his folder closed. "Hopefully something will turn up. Thank you both for coming by."
Rian nods once more, rising from her seat and turning it around to proper position before she speaks again. "Thank you sir, I won't disappoint." Looking to Circe she just offers another curt nod, eyes remaining distant as she takes her leave from the security hub.
She is slow to rise herself, digesting everything. Circe smiles faintly and inclines her head. "Good evening." She says and then moves off moments after Rian. A brush to her slicked back hair and she is off.