I-180-Oliver: Captree Main Orbital, Concourse Café
She nods, again allowing the silence to hang for a bit.
“I’m not sure, if I did suspect something amiss within the Vizierate, that I would trust the investigation to the Public Safety Office. I might want someone with a bit more sophistication and clout.”
She picks up a spoon and begins stirring her plain black coffee with no additives.
“You said you’d been thinking about undercover agents?”
“Just wondering if a commanding officer may not want there to be much official record of the investigation until it concluded. Undercover agents would be the most suitable for that.”