Posted by Ensign Valkris MacLaren (Security Officer) in Oed V Secret Securities- Poaching Day PRISM
OOC: I just why not and made this into a PRISM, since it’s already dragged on for a while. The outline is pretty much already clear and that is: stop the poachers.

IC: When the trio had finally decided on their next course of action, they silently waited for their opportunity. Dusk had already began to fall when the police did their shift rotation. As the authorities thinned out, the group crept outward and into a departing crowd. No one appeared to notice their presence. Valkris suspected they didn’t care in the end. The day had been pretty long already for both civilian and authorities. No matter the reason, this added to the trio’s good fortune in escaping.

Dim lights covered the wounding city streets while both individuals kept close together. Valkris’ eyes swept the shadows and remained alert. She partly expected someone to be tailing them since the Zoo. Dawson had taken the lead to guide them to their new destination, her peripheral vision eyeing him as they continued to walk.

“How much farther?” Valkris asked Dawson.

–Ensign Valkris MacLaren, Sec

OOC: Is there anyone else interested in joining? Feel free to let Janice or I know!

IC: “Not long,” replied Dawson, scanning the streets for potential threats.

Secret Securities was a building that stuck out. It wasn’t typical Oedian build. Dawson had helped construct it, giving a rather El Aurian construction type. The tan front of it faced the setting sun. Dawson led them to the entrance, as he owned the place. He waved his palm in front of a camouflaged sensor and the doors opened.

The inside felt larger than what it looked like from the front. And it was clear that the building was built into the ground. There was much to see, but Dawson wasn’t here to give a tour. He moved to the stairs leading up to a series of offices. He opened one door, which was his and ushered them inside.

Inside there was a desk with a computer monitor neatly situated on it. The office was primarily bare from what anyone could tell. He turned to the two of them. “We’re safe for now. Nobody can hear or see. We need to figure this out.”

He pulled out a couple chairs from a closet. “Drinks? Food?” he inquired as he gave them each a chance to rest.

-Dawson, Owner of Secret Securities