Falcor knew that security clearance like that wasn't just given to anyone! She had to be a wraith...in that second Falcor hated the woman in front of him for no reason except who she was - who he wasn't.

"Of course..."

He pulled up the file. It was fairly innocuous, dates of hits, roughly one a month for the last year. Imperial Ships, Corporate Sector Authority, Varba Enclave...everything that traded through here got hit. It had a few notes, one that had raised many an eyebrow.

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16 Jan S Falcor - Finally secured security cameras from "St. Albans Eatery" parking lot a couple blocks away. You can see the Ivinel in the distance...not much detail, but its what I've got. At 1513 hours on the 13th the camera seems to stop working inexplicibly. The time still ticks by, but everyone on the dock seems to freeze in place for 8 minutes...no visible movement at all. Stupid techs.

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The file also contained afadavits, interviews, photos and image-scans of the manifests...the paper trail was the skeleton upon which any good case was built. That was the problem, as Falcor notes repeatedly in his personal comments, with the Centura case...the culprits were perfect at keeping themselves off paper, it was like they were able to erase every record of thier existence. There wasn't even a way to trace the crates back, or compile a likely motive from thier contents.

"There's more" Xyra added in a cold tone. She'd seen this file already. Hopefully Falcor hadn't put the puzzle together yet.

"Yea, there is. You're going to think I'm crazy." "You'd be surprised" was all Xyra responded with.

"I think they are psychics. But like, some kind of techno-mage. I can't explain it, but I know mystics can do some pretty crazy stuff. I've never heard of techno-mages, so maybe they don't exist, or maybe this Centura...whether its a group or just one man...person...maybe he's the first?"

He looked concerned, but passionate. He believed what he was saying, even if the evidence trail was long dead. "You know what else I think?" Jay was on a roll, she hadn't shut him up yet, there may be some truth to it. "I think the camera was working perfectly, and we all lost 8 minutes of our lives while he...or they...were in that ship...just standing there. I havn't fallen asleep on a stakeout in 10 years."

Jay sat there, ready to hear her call him crazy. For her to tell him that psykers were limited to electromagnetic or telekinetic powers, like the news media mis-informed the public. He was ready for her to tell him that this was now a Wraith case (which would have at least let him know he was onto something. Edging in the right direction, if not on the nose).

Jay pretty much sat there ready to hear anything...