"Sithspawn!" Drak turned away from Meena. "I'm fine!" he yelled to the officer as he walked out of the port in a huff. He paced the streets, ready to punch something. He never had a temper, not this bad. His blood pressure must have been through the roof. That girl, that stupid girl got under his skin. He breathed out a few times, letting the cool rain calm him. He was drenched by this point and hadn't realized it until now. He held his hand out, his shaking was slowing.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Well that was even stupider than I thought,</span>he realized. He wasn't sure why he thought it would go any different though. She hated him, and he her. The idea of them working together was ridiculous.<br/><br/>After grabbing a quick drink, he made it back to his apartment where Cyn was asleep. She woke to the sound of his movements. "Sorry," he told her, "I didn't mean to wake you."<br/><br/>"No, it's fine. Did you find someone?" she asked with desperation in her eyes.<br/><br/>"I thought I had someone for a moment, but she was a dead end."<br/><br/>"Who?" she asked. Drak knew Cyn was a tenacious woman who never gave up. An Icerin family trait, which is why Tero fell for her. She wanted to see who Drak had as a lead to figure out if there was still a way to make the situation work. There wasn't, but he fed her curiosity anyways and said, "Meena Hayes, a low life con artist and smuggler that I busted seven years ago for conning some rich businessman. She just got out of prison, somehow."<br/><br/>"She had a ship? She knows Collarroka?"<br/><br/>"Yeah, but she works alone, and for a reason. No one can work with her. Trust me, it's pointless."<br/><br/>She looked at Drak, her eyes filled with worry. "I don't know where Tero is, Drak."<br/><br/>"I know."<br/><br/>"No, you don't. I know he's in trouble. I know something is wrong. I don't know how, but he's in danger and every day we wait..."<br/><br/>Drak bowed his head, feeling Cyn's worry. "I'll find someone else."<br/><br/>"Will you really? Even if you do, won't it just be the same? Who wants to work with Drak, the infamous Coruscant Investigator?"<br/><br/>"So what do I do?" he asked her, his temper rising again.<br/><br/>"Put on the Drak charm. I know you can be charming, just like your brother was with me. We never told you, but I used to hate your brother. I thought he was cocky and arrogant."<br/><br/>"Well he is," Drak chuckled.<br/><br/>"Sure," she smiled. "But he's more than that. So are you. When under pressure, you do what you do best. You figure them out. You get into their heads. You see things from their point of view."<br/><br/>Drak shook his head. Cyn was right, who else was there? He was out of options, and the longer he waited, the more chance his brother would end up dead, wherever he was. Why else would Tero send a message to Cyn for Drak, to search for an illegal trader? Tero would only do it if his life was in danger.<br/><br/>"You're right," he agreed. "I'll let her cool down and try again tomorrow." He kissed Cyn on the forehead, helping her lie back down on his bed. He walked over to the couch. He poured himself a quick shot of whiskey to clam his nerves, downed it, and plopped onto the sofa. He wasn't sure if he was going to get any sleep, but closed his eyes to try regardless.