“E-V, current status report with the Milano...” 

The Agent stated bluntly to his navigation droid, tiring of the games the asteroid station’s [i]Flight Control[/i] continued to keep up, and to what end? Are they looking for something that may or may not be there? Has the First Order decided to take matters in their own hands? Gavon knew he had a chance, at least one [i]successful[/i] chance, to diffuse the situation if it hit that point, but he didn’t want to reveal his hand too early on.

“Sir, it would appear that the Milano’s course has changed, and they are drifting toward the docking coordinates.” The droid’s head spun just short of one hundred and eighty degrees to face it’s master. “I would suspect, Sir, they are in line to be boarded...”

“Ok, so as usual, a ship full of wayward smugglers have caused several red flags to go up at a security checkpoint. What else is new?”

Gavon returned to the communications console, and activated the receiver to open a secure channel once again. 

“Flight Control this is [i]Enforcer One[/i], stand down your search and seizure on the transport vessel [i]Milano[/i], per instructions of the First Order.”

The Agent released the comms button, and hoped his current employers had not already communicated with [i]Pressy's Tumble[/i] for another matter entirely. “This whole situation seems a bit out of sorts” He mumbled to himself just before the comm crackled to life.

“Copy that [i]Enforcer One[/i], we await the proper clearance codes for consideration of your request.” 

“Consideration? These are...[i]geez[/i], forget it. Sending now...”  Gavon quickly scanned the list of codes, found a match, keyed in the proper sequence per protocol, and awaited their response. 

“What the hell ever happened to ‘absolutes’? Apparently they died with the Empire”  He mused, wondering why clearance codes from a First Order controlled mining outpost would ever be simply “considered”.

“I hate to say it E-V, but I have a bad feeling about this…”