Post by Jon Waggoner on Apr 2, 2014 9:57:11 GMT -6
Major Jon Waggoner trudged from the docks feeling a mixture of frustration tinged with a glimmer of hope. Alliance Intelligence had ordered him to Omega in an attempt to bring Mathias Kjellgren back into the fold and felt that Jon, having had the most contact of any Alliance Intelligence Agent with the former Cerberus Operative during his defection would be the ideal candidate to make the pitch.
The fact that the first time the Major had met Kjellgren, the Cerberus man had rendered him unconscious and attempted to kidnap him; a ploy that was only foiled thanks to the intervention of two brave woman, was not deemed overly important by the brass despite Jon bringing it up on more than one occasion. His superiors did point out the Major's ability in converting Mathias into a successful, albeit temporary, Alliance operative, was so successful they could think of no one they would rather have on the job.
The Major had strode onto the Omega docks with purpose, he was playing a part. Exuding confidence, dressed in full Alliance fatigues tight to his muscular frame, Stainless Steel Rolex Daytona gleaming on his left wrist, broad shoulders held high; Jon stuck out like a sore thumb. There was no Alliance presence on Omega and with good reason, they were almost universally hated among the populace of smugglers, pirates and slavers who infested the bars, clubs, tatoo parlours and docks. It was all a ploy, a calculated risk intended to draw attention to himself to make his job of finding Kjellgren easier. He got his fair sure of dirty looks, sullen silences and muttered curses but he also got information.
Intelligence knew little about Mathias currently, other than he was on Omega and almost certainly bringing in money doing manual labour on the docks. For a few credits the Major was able to find which dock he was working on and for a few credits more was able to ascertain that the ex-Cerberus man was not working today.
"Where might I find him?" Jon had asked the foreman quietly. "Think carefully." He said, not giving the Turian a chance to respond as he stealthily slid a few more credit chits across the table.
"Money always talks." The Major thought to himself as he left the confines of the Docks and walked the short distance to where Kjellgren supposedly lived
Working in Intelligence made a man cautious. It could also make one paranoid if they weren't careful and Major Waggoner assured himself that we was being the former as he checked over his shoulder. Caution warned him he had picked up a tail not long after leaving the dock where Mathias worked but if someone was following him, they were a pro, hiding into the crowds and the shadows of dilapidated buildings.
Perhaps he had picked his clothing too well. Someone with a grudge against the Alliance or perhaps more likely a keen eyed thief who had spotted the large Rolex the Major was sporting and had him marked as a moneyed target, worth the risk despite his size, build and obvious military connections.
His unease hadn't ceased once he reached Mathias's building and he took the steps at a brisk pace, stopping only when he reached the correct floor and listened. Footsteps beneath but it could have been anyone. Better to play it safe Jon decided and get out of sight just in case. The corridor gave him no hiding options and left him with only one choice. Counting the numbers off doors as he walked along the hallway the Major took care not to rush, it was pointless and unnecessary; if someone were to tail him the muscled Officer had every confidence in himself to handle the situation should it come to that.
He reached the address the foreman has given him and brought out a datapad with a hacking system. Within seconds the machine was hacking the door encryption Jon allowed himself a glance at the staircase, seeing a glimmer of a shadow as someone climbed them slowly.