He stood before the window, staring at the cruisers in the distance. He had some time before she would report to him. He had called for Kutor. He was too old to be effective in any battle, but he was one of the best intelligence officers he had ever encountered. "According to civilian trafficking research," The old Klingon started his report. "Indicators suggest that Navarre is currently making a contract run to Earth." "Earth." He shook his head and chuckled. "Had i not raised him with honor, He would have have been an excellent spy. He seems to be everywhere and into everything." "Nothing too serious. Minor run-ins with station security. Minor fines and limited time in over night lock ups." He bellowed out a deep laugh. "Sounds like he's having a lot of fun then." He then slowly turned to face the older officer. "And Gavik?" "Last confirmed location was Rura Penthe. But current records indicate he is no longer there. No known location indicators since his disappearance." He nodded slowly as he circled around and settled slowly into the desk chair. "Run a check. How many other inmates from Rura Penthe have disappeared." "By your leave." The old warrior bowed slightly, spun around and headed out to carry out his next assignment. "Worse than I had imagined." He muttered softly to himself.