"Ooryl will get Corran for you." The Gand replied.

Mish smiled prettily. "Thank you."

"Name?"

Mish blinked, "Sorry?"

"Your name?"

"Oh. Uh, Tuatara Lone."

"Your real name."

"Damnit. Mish."

Kat grinned, "DamnitMish?"

Mish grinned too, "Just Mish then. And that's not JustMish. It's Mish."

"Good job your name's not Achoo." Kat added to Mish.

"Purpose of visit?"

"Oh, sith. We need to see Horn. Okay?!"

Ooryl turned to Kat. "Name and purpose of visit?"

"I'm Kat. And we need to see Corran about Ran Kether."

Ooryl got up. "Ooryl will get Corran for you."

"Oh, for cryin' out loud!!" Mish exclaimed.

"Sometimes it helps to switch the sarcasm generator to off," Kat told Mish.

Mish refrained from further comment as Corran walked out of the door to his office.

"I need to get this guy's tailor's number." Mish said, admiring the CorSec green of Corran's shirt and trousers.

Corran ignored that comment. "You wanted to see me about Ran Kether?" he asked.

"Yeah. Ran's escaped and we have to find him. Any leads for us?"

"You're Ton Phanan's nurse and secretary..." Corran said, "Why would I want to give you details of such a, ah, such a sensitive police matter?"

"Oh, get over yourself," Mish said derisively. "You're cute, but not that cute. Come on, Horn, tell us what we need to know!"

Corran blinked, then turned to Kat. "Is she always like that."

Kat shrugged. "I think she misses Darillian. So, can you help us?"

"I really do need to know. We're clamping down on security  now, after, um, that incident. Sorry Kat."

Mish looked like she was going to kill something.

"...and Mish." Corran haistly added.

 "We really need to know, though," Kat said. "Ran's sister has hired us to find him."

Corran narrowed his eyes. "His sister Claire?" he asked in a dangerous voice.

"Umm… no. His sister Ryla," Kat lied. "So can you tell us? Please?"

Corran raised his eyebrows, "Come into my office."

Corran returned into his office, followed by Kat.

 Mish grinned mischeviously, "Better not go alone, Kat. Never know what you could get up to in there..." She followed, slamming the door behind the three.

 "All right." Corran sat down behind his desk. "We're not sure where Ran has gone, but we do have a lead."

"Oh yeah?" Mish asked. "What is it?"

"It's more of a who." Corran leaned over his desk (which he was now sitting behind. Kat was sitting in front of it, with Mish leaning on it with one hand.) He glanced over at Mish, "Uh, I'd rather just tell Kat."

Mish gave Kat a jealous look. "Fine. I guess I'll just wait in the hall then." She stormed out of the office.

Corran waited until the door was closed, as it bounced three times before finally shutting "Well, the who is 'Zurel Darillian'."

He waited for it to sink in.

"You mean because Darillian used to work for Ran? Corran, hon, we knew that already. Anything else?"

Corran, who secretly had a crush on both Kat and Mish, almost sighed aloud as Kat said 'hon' to him, but continued in the most official manner he could think of, "No, we have reason to believe that Darillian is still connected to Ran Kether, more importantly, the escape of Ran Kether."

"And what gave you this reason?" Kat demanded, hoping Mish wouldn't be too crushed upon hearing the news.

"Data transmissions, explosive devices, etcetera." Corran handed Kat a datapad with said information on it and smiled half-heartedly.

Kat gave Corran a quick, absent-minded smile and skimmed through the datapad. Corran took a few moments to catch his breath, then said, "You see why we suspect him?"

Kat nodded. She had to admit, the datapad information WAS convincing. And she never really did like Darillian much. But Mish did, and she was usually a good judge of character. Usually. She'd have to go through the information with a toothpick.

"So, that's your lead. Oh," Corran seemed to remember something, "Hoth. Talk about a base on Hoth."

"What about a base on Hoth? What kind of moron voluntarily goes to Hoth?"

Corran shrugged, "The kind of moron who gets nostalgic about the Rebellion?"

"Kether's nostalgic about the Rebellion?"

Corran shrugged, "It's been known to happen. Maybe he's in love with the idea or something. I'm only a Law Enforcement Official. I'm no psychologist."

"Well, fine. I guess we'll go to Hoth then." Kat looked down at her jeans and sweater. "Do you happen to know the nearest place we can find some polar fleece?"

"Here's the name of my tailor." Corran handed her a business card. On the other side was scrawled his number. Just in case either Kat or Mish decided to dump their Significant Others.

"Mish'll love the green. Thanks for your help, Corran."

 "No, thank you, Kat." Corran swanned over to the other side of his desk, pulled Kat's chair out for her, and then, like the perfect gentleman, opened the door for her too.

 Mish, who had been chatting with Ooryl, looked up. "So where are we off to, then?"

"Hoth."

"Claire'll be thrilled…"