"And we should certaintly hope that they are." Mica said, offering a datapad to the Captain. She took it with a raised eyebrow, so the officer continued his report. "I managed to land a tracker on their hull before they took off. If they find Khristoff, we will as well."
Fara smiled and nodded. "Good." She said, looking at the data displayed for just a moment before passing it over tohis brother. "Sal, I want you to keep track of their route and put us in pursuit. Be discreet about it, though; if they know we're following them, they'll try to detour."
The navigations officer nodded. "Yes, Ma'am." He said, and left.
"Now, I'm sure the two of you are hungry--" Fara began to say, but Mica cut her off.
"With all due respect, Captain." He said, "Perdante and I would rather speak with Pauel first."
She eyed him suspiciously, but nodded slowly. "Very well then. Report for official debriefing at sixteen-hundred."
"Of course, Captain." He saluted, and as she walked off, her turned to Perdante and smirked. "Let's see how good your communication skills are."