[Citadel Docks] Citadel Docks (Open to all)

Michael Sullivan generally prefered to stay away from the so-called 'Docks'. Here was where criminals could escape his grasp, and the beaucratic red tape to prevent him from just collaring the criminals, or searching through their ships. So what he didn't actually have a warrant? Reasonable Cause generally was a good enough reason to capture a criminal to put them through questioning. But here, on the Docks? Nope. Needs a warrant, tripled signed by five judges.

Luckily for one Michael Sullivan, after his stint on the Extranet, he was able to pull a few strings, and get enough warrants to search every ship that he thought possibly contained illegal medi-gel goods. Plus he could start going through every ship that docked here. It was easy enough to find the names that Jasmine Atkey sent him. However each ship had only one trip logged, in the history of Citadel Shipping. The so called pilots of these ships didn't exist.

Right now he was running in circles, looking for patterns, looking for clues, looking for something. But it was all eluding his grasp. The only similarity between these ships was that they did not bring any goods onto the Citadel. Obviously they feared being caught by C-Sec officials who would search the goods being off loaded onto the Citadel. That was it though. And way too many ships fit that description. Some brought small items back to their ships. Some even brought Medigel onto their ship. But not all of them. More questions then answers. He sat down and sighed.

So what did he know? The facts could be counted on one hand.
1) Tainted Medigel was being sold on Earth.
2) The ships he was searching for made a stop at the Citadel first.
3) They never unloaded their cargo onto the Citadel.

The questions he had:
1) Were they working for someone? Or was it just a bunch of profiteering scum?
2) Who or where was the Medigel coming from?
3) Even if he could prove guilt, could he arrest them?
4) Was there any pattern in order to predict their actions?
5) Finally who profits from this? They could make a fortune with regular medigels. To taint the medigel they would need the medigel to begin with. It didn't add up. It was as if they were trying to hurt humans.

Frustration built up in his body as he grabbed his third coffee of the night. The candle was going to burn itself out before he was done. Damn him caring so much about saving lives.

A pair of ships, two identical models of Angel Class Corvette, were currently locked into place. Both ships had a contingent of vorcha engineers scrambling over them, in the middle of last minute preparations to sell one of the vessels. Overseeing the storm of organized chaos was a middle aged human, puffing away at an impressive cigar.

"Keep up the good work boys! One hundred and twenty thousand credits for this haul! We'll all be going back to Omega with a little more money in our pockets!

Arthur Scripps bellowed to his workers, while keeping an eye out for Davril Wilde. The turian mercenary had offered a very handsome sum for one of the vessels, and he fully intended to collect, and get rid of the troublesome vessel he'd wanted to unload for weeks.

"And remember, everyone submits for roll call once the sale is completed. Last thing I need is C-Sec on my ass because one of you decided to go joyriding on their station. We finish up, we go home. No sightseeing!"

He barked, keeping a steady gaze on all present.