26.May.13, 10:06 PM
"I'm not startled," S'kef replied in an even tone, eyes sweeping over the younger man as he sized him up. He recalled the man's name now that it was repeated to him. He hadn't heard much, but enough to know that he was no troublemaker. He watched the young man cautiously before going back to his task, pushing piles of documents into his bag along with the lockbox. He didn't notice when one little packet slipped off the table, the light 'plop' as it hist the floor drowned out by the rustling of paper as he continued to fill the bag.
"Worthwhile? That's a matter of perception," S'kef said as he continued to leaf through papers. Anything even mildly incriminating, anything that delved too deeply or revealed too much, needed to be dealt with. Of course, the serious offenders had long been purged. He'd destroyed the letter where he asked Z'ia for help, he'd destroyed everything that might have allowed someone to trace them to the wine bottle or the tansy...everything. Not much was left, but S'kef preferred to be safe rather than sorry.
What he didn't know was that the packet of papers that had fallen in the floor revealed various sweeprider schedules set by his old wingleader, R'nya. They bore the signature of both the wingleader and his late second, T'shiro, and confirmed that T'shiro was out on duty on the night that D'ren was poisoned...Not late enough to be away during the incident, but only returning an hour or so before, undoubtedly too late to actually get everything going. S'kef didn't even know that such paperwork had been maintained, so he hadn't known to watch out for it...and now, he still hadn't noticed he'd dropped it.
"Worthwhile? That's a matter of perception," S'kef said as he continued to leaf through papers. Anything even mildly incriminating, anything that delved too deeply or revealed too much, needed to be dealt with. Of course, the serious offenders had long been purged. He'd destroyed the letter where he asked Z'ia for help, he'd destroyed everything that might have allowed someone to trace them to the wine bottle or the tansy...everything. Not much was left, but S'kef preferred to be safe rather than sorry.
What he didn't know was that the packet of papers that had fallen in the floor revealed various sweeprider schedules set by his old wingleader, R'nya. They bore the signature of both the wingleader and his late second, T'shiro, and confirmed that T'shiro was out on duty on the night that D'ren was poisoned...Not late enough to be away during the incident, but only returning an hour or so before, undoubtedly too late to actually get everything going. S'kef didn't even know that such paperwork had been maintained, so he hadn't known to watch out for it...and now, he still hadn't noticed he'd dropped it.