It always amazed Anora how much got ignored at a simple bar down in the lower wards.   So long as no one started a fight or drew a weapon, the proprietors of the bars would often turn a blind eye to whatever no good the people were up to.  Be it a simple contract killer looking for his next job or a discreet businessman who needed something taken off station, the bars often had them all.  For most people, trying to find who or what you're looking for in places like this was next to impossible.  Often times people would only talk business with people they were familiar with, and if someone offered their help in these 'delicate' matters the patrons would simply assume that they were with C-Sec and play it off like the person in question had simply misunderstood their situation.

But Anora always knew better, her Eclipses always helped her in these places. She recognized a few faces in this particular establishment, and a few more were known to her Eclipses.   While she had never personally met these fellows, their files gave her all the information she would ever need to know.  Her head quickly turned to the right and the sight of her contact caused her Eclipse to run crazy.  He was a man of ill reput no doubt, but even so the sheer volume of reports and police files was staggering to say the least.  Suspicion of muder, suspicion of blackmail, suspicion of committing pretty much any crime on record.  "Finish query, combine results."  She spoke softly.  The files condensed into one compressed folder that floated to the top right of her vision.  Her right pointer finger began to move, and soon enough a visual indicator of her finger appeared in front of her in the form of a bright white dot.  Her finger quickly moved towards the compressed file before resting on top of it.  Quickly pressing her finger down, she opened the folder displaying the files once more.

"My oh my, Terith, what have you been up to?"  She asked as she combed through the files.  Stories of the mans former acquaintances and friends alike winding up dead in suspicious ways were the common theme for this mans past three months.  Either he was cleaning house or someone was after him.  Either way she would need to take things slowly with him, as he might be on edge.  "Close results, save to the mainframe."  She spoke as the files were once again moved to the folder before they disappeared off her screen.  Her seat moaned as she transferred her weight off to her foot, before standing up.  She readied herself to move to meet the man. Her eyes first darted to the top left corner, where the current time rested.  It displayed both the local time on top with the galactic standard time beneath it.  Remarking on how little time she had left before her shore leave was finished, knowing full well that she needed to finish talking with Terith as soon as possible. "Open monitoring controls."  She softly spoke.  A large screen appeared on the left side of the screen, with four options for her to press.  Heart rate, breathing, eye contact and vocal patterns.  Her finger quickly moved the cursor towards the latter of the group before pressing down once more.  "Better be careful."