xp_logs | Operation: Melittology

Doug and Illyana pass along their information to the Centre, where Sofia and Amanda follow up the charter link.

"...ta, mate. Yeah, got it in front of me now. 'S the ones you've marked, right?" Amanda cradled her cell phone on her shoulder as she pulled several sheets of paper out of the printer. "And that's the names of the account owners in the second column? Brilliant." She paused, then snorted. "Um, not even by half. You've got a long ways to go before you clear things. Should think of that next time before you get involved in dodgy shite, yeah?" She pulled the phone away from her ear and pressed the 'off' button. "Ugh. I hate talking to that gobshite. Still, got a bunch of new paperwork to go through," she told Sofia as the older woman approached her paper-strewn desk.

"It's probably because you know his idea of sex toys involve saddles," she drawled lazily, so contrary to the crisp autumn weather outside. Sofia dropped herself into a chair, stretching out her legs, a tall file folder on her lap. "Hazard of the job. I can make Illyana call all my dirty old men contacts, right? Would that be too cruel, or could I bill it as training?"

"Knowing 'Yana, she'd probably go 'round their places and lop their heads off with an axe, and there goes all that careful threatening..." Amanda replied, slightly distracted as she ran her finger down the list of account names on the printout she had. "Huh," she said after a moment. "This is ringing bells, but I can't figure out why. Whole bunch of transactions in August, '06. Not too big, but there's a lot of 'em, all to the same account."

There was a thoughtful hum, the gears in her brain audibly turning, followed by a distracted, "She uses a sword." Her brain was obviously elsewhere, as she fumbled through her papers, pulling out a long sheet obviously printed off an old dot matrix. "Do they match up with this, by any chance?"

Amanda took the sheet, peering at the slightly faded print - it had been a dot matrix with not a lot of ink, it seemed. "Yeeeah," she drawled after a moment's comparison. "Same account number. What is this?"

"The laptop we stole near the end of the people stealing people operation. The first one." Sofia raised the corner of her mouth, just slightly, at the absurdity of it all. "I have some people I can get to buy me drinks to double check, but I do believe we should staple these two together and slap them to Remy's forehead."

"So, we're looking at another people smuggling ring?" Amanda blew a strand of hair out of her face. "For fuck's sake, how many of these things do we have to shut down?"

"Or the same one. Wouldn't that make everyone want to kill themselves." The idea seemed to amuse her again, and if she weren't already positive she got rid of her soul years ago, Sofia would have worried for it about then.

"I wouldn't mind another crack at those bastards." Amanda sounded less than amused, remembering the heat of the flames from the burning warehouse, the closeness of that call. "So... we've got ourselves a charter flight company, providing planes for a kidnapping ring. Courier service, I'm guessing." She flipped through the rest of the printout. "There's a few recurring accounts here, think they might be similar sorts of things?" A certain excitement was rising in her voice. "We might be able to bust a whole bunch of these things, if we're lucky."

"Yes, because we have so much of that." Sofia smiled at her, though, a tiny smile but genuine. "I'll call Tasha, see if she knows any of these obviously fake names. Then you can have them, Tiger."