<div class="floatright">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BYmIyM2NlNjItMGZkNy00YzRiLWE5ODEtNjQ1OGM1MDYxMDE4XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyODA1NjQ0OTY@._V1_SY1000_CR0,0,874,1000_AL_.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Wallace Aiden Burthold-Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313758.msg15185596#msg15185596) aka Sibohan<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>British Citizen<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Searching the Sgt's quarters.<br/><hr/><br/>Siobhan waited till the sergeant left to speak, not wanting to creep in on the discussion as she moved thru the quarters looking for hidden things. She moved the bed and furniture to look for hidden spots in the edging and floor boards but found little to nothing. After the Sergeant left she spoke up.<br/><br/>"So, he's had a run in with X-tech, not as unusual as I thought. You might want to see if he can be read in by your lot." She said as she tapped at the edging. "He's smart, clearly knows how to keep his mouth shut, and utterly wasted in that hanger. As for the issue with this room, I'm think while this was is Sergeant Wilder's official quarters, I don't get the feel he lived her. This was where he came in for inspections and to sleep when he had duty. Off the clock and outside of that hangar, this was just a place he was SUPPOSED to be." She sat down on the bed with a puff of her breath. "He either has an apartment or a hidden hole for his stuff and any little black book that might lead us to where he found the X-tech the German couple killed him with." She rubbed the bridge of her nose to forestall the approaching headache, nicotine withdrawal she imagined.<br/><br/>"So, how do we going to find something filled with the loot when the only partners we know about are in our clink. Now, our .. associate from Moscow will definitely talk them around eventually. Question is, would the dearly departed have had someone in here who might have been in on his gig?" She asked as she checked her shoes.