Daryn skimmed through the article having found out where his debt from the lottery had come. Now knowing why he had suffered for years under the debt he shrugged. Sarah had been a child without hope in the wicked and treacherous place that was the UMF. He connected the dots of the rest of the story from Sarah Steiner's side of things guessing that she had been found and adopted allowing her to rise to her current position. At best his hypothesis was circumstantial and their was no way to prove the link between the two Sarah's. He checked the file for any bio-metric information finding only a single image of Sarah's fingerprints. The data stream cut off as the ship entered into the frame shift portal and Daryn almost fell to the ground before grabbing a hand hold on the computer console he was standing besides. He created a printing of the file and the image of the fingerprints. Sticking them in a file folder he quickly deleted his data stream history and closed out the computer terminal.<br/><br/>The turbulence continued for a few minutes after Daryn hid the unmarked file under his bed in his roomette. Daryn walked through the door that connected his office to his roomette. He took off his heavy trench coat revealing corporate police dress shirt denoting his rank aboard the ship. With his coat hung on it's rack he sat down at his desk to find an inefficiently large stack of paperwork already waiting for him. He audibly sighed and began going through each page sorting them by importance. About a tenth of the way through his paperwork he realized that most of the various forms were things that the supervisors belonging to his department could handle within their range of authority. Instead of doing their work for them he simply wrote instructions on the negative space on the paper and sent it back to them for fulfillment. He hadn't realized how long he had been working on the giant stack of work when the buzzer rang announcing supper time for the officers. He hesitantly stood up seeing that he had only gotten through half of his work. While he craved finishing his work he knew that he couldn't skip the first dinner where the captain would address the department heads on the ship.