It had taken some doing, but both the Detective and Special Agent were now on their way upto Thule's office. At first it was said told them that Mr. Thule was not available. That he had gone on vacation to one of the planet's island resorts. This fact, however, was quickly disproven when it was noticed that a schedule lay before the secretary and on it was a meeting scheduled to begin in just a few hours.
When this was mentioned, the secretary stumbled on her excusses and began to go on about Mr. Thule being too busy to talk now and they would have to make appoinments for later. Before the Detective could respond, Special Agent Ilonias had leaned towards the woman and told her that if she wasn't honest with them and let them go up to Thule's office she could be arrested on the spot before being taken directly to a Velmorian Interigation Center. He asked her if perhaps she would be more honest and forthcoming there.
With that said, she quickly pointed them in the direction of the proper turbolift and actived the code to open the door. Before the door closed, they could both hear her called upto Thule's office to let him know. It was abvious quickly, by her expression, that the man was most angry with her. Once the large door had finally closed, both men took out their weapons and made sure they were ready to be fired. This was the time to be causious since both thought this was their guy.
As expected, Thule was awaiting them as they stepped into the lavishly appointed office. He stood at an expensive glass bar and was pour three glasses of what seemed to be offworld liqiors. He slowly turned towards them in a perfectly calm way, as if nothing was wrong. In each hand was a drink.
"Gentlemen, welcome. Please have a drink. What can I do for you today?" The rich man said.
Both the detective and Ilonias waved the glasses away quickly. "We're on the job, none of that for us at the moment, thank you though. Perhaps some other time. We were just conducting a file scan and would like to ask you some questions regarding your background."
The man took a small pause as he heard this, but kept on walking towards the bar to set the drinks down and retrieve his own. He turned with the crystal glass in his hand and sipped at the rare alcohol.
"What is it that you wish to know? I'd be more than glad to help clear up anything you need."
Oliver studied the man's eyes as he spoke. After so many years on the police force, he knew how to read people and how to follow his instincts. At this moment, his instincts were screaming at him not to belive this man. It was nothing in the man's eyes. He was lieing, but doing a very good job of it, as it trained in the proper ways. Everything about this man standing before them felt wrong to the Detective. Thule was so cool and composed that he wasn't even braking a sweat. Of course the man could be telling the truth, but even truthfull individuals often times feared getting visits from the police, let along a detective and a special agent from intelligence.
"Well, Mr. Thule, we were going over some files and it was noticed that your parents didn't have backgrounds. In fact, they were not alive at all. There are no records showing either of them being born. It seemed to be that way for every family member listed in your files. Could you explain why this could be the case?"
"I don't really know. My parents moved away from Velmor five years ago, but I would see if I can reach them and ask them. Maybe something was messed up your end? I know my people delete of loose files every now and then." Thule replied and went towards his desk.
As Agent Ilonias watched the man, Detective Toulin produced a data pad from his pocket and actived it. "These records don't indicate anything about your parents moving off world. As you know everyone that leaves, must fill forms before doing so. If they had lived on Velmor all their lives, like your file states, they would have known this fact."
"I don't know what to tell you gentlemen. Your files are wrong."
"Perhaps it would be best if you come down to the station and we can talk about it more. It would be easier to sort this matter out there." The Detective stated and stepped a little towards the desk.
"Am I being put under arrest detective?" Mr. Thule questioned as he looked towards the man.
"Not at the moment, but I could place you under arrest if you really wish me too."
With that said the man nodded slowly and looked around. "Let me get my things and I'll go with you."
