Boros,

Companion House:

In a small client screening room, a man in a grey suit, flanked by three Alliance soldiers, sits across the table from the Companion house's head house attendant, a man named Reed.

The rest of the soldiers were out scouring the city for traces of their prey, making occasional contact only to lose them again.

The Grey suit temples his blue gloved fingers and taps them against his chin impassively eyeing the man before him.

"I told them you only wanted to talk..." Reed says nervously.

"Yes, indeed." The grey suit says patiently. "You say there were the two soldier “types”, to use your words, two women, one of which you’ve seen before, and another man."

"Yes... that’s right." Feeling more at ease and confidant in that fact he was right, Reed relaxes. "You said they were asking after a... “winged” women, again, your words."

The grey suit says checking his notes. "Yes. I overheard their conversation. She had spent some time here a while back." "Do you know where they were headed or where this “winged” woman may be?"

"I overheard Master Needy say something about a client’s private hanger."

"And the “winged” woman?"

"She’s aboard a ship called the Tree, I think they said. Are they in trouble? Is she a criminal?"

"Yes on both counts." The grey suit says with a smirk.

"I knew it!" the Reed says triumphantly "I always suspected her. What with her wings and all, it was just unnatural. But Master Needy wouldn't listen to me."

"So she in fact did have wings, interesting... thank-you for your time." The gray suit says, not looking up from his notes.

"Excuse me sir, the end of your pen is flashing..." Reed suddenly screams clutching his head, as do the Alliance soldiers. When the screaming stops, the grey suit stands and brushes an errant drop of blood from his notes, closes his cl