9-440: Pristine, Downport Administration
There is, indeed, a feeling of jubilation in the room. It’s been a long journey for the team, with a feeling that progress has been difficult. The tech picks up on the mood.
Alan snorts, “Huh, goose. About as elusive an imaginary critter as this shadowy threat we’ve been chasing. “How soon do you want to leave?”
“I thought the imaginary reference was apt for the situation.”
“Once Dicard is ready for interstellar travel we should go as soon as possible, unless he decides we should go ahead.”
“We may also want to put some feelers out at the other locations incase we are wrong.”
Oliver thanks the tech. “You’ve been very helpful.”
If there’s nothing else, the team will pack up and head to their residences. They will arrange to have the security chief informed of their findings (mostly in regards to “Hey, these guys are probably people smugglers.”)