Paul hurried through a dark street as the rain pelted down on him. His search for the Swarvan system had brought him here, to this dismal rain soaked planet. The system wasn't known in any Federation databases, so he had decided to go out and find it himself. He had recieved a tip from a Treyvan that one Mot Agoj was well known in the sector as a well traveled man, although his reasons for travelling were somewhat questionable.
Paul dipped into an alcove as he saw a figure hurrying down the same alley way. He did a quick scan with his tricorder. Zhat's im, Paul thought as he wrapped up his tri-corder and stepped out into the street.
"Mot Agoj?" he asked.
"Who's asking?" asked the dark figure.
"Someone looking for zome 'elp."
"Help does not come cheap, friend. What is it you seek?"
"I wanna know where zhe Swarvan syztem iz."
"I haven't heard of it."
"Are you zure? I 'ave 'eard zhat you know a zhis region of space like zhe back of your 'and."
"Come on Federation, what can you possibly give me for the location of the Swarvan system?"
"I can let you off unharmed," hissed Paul as he grabbed the man and pinned him to the wall. He drew his claw from underneath his tunic and held it high. it glinted slightly in the pale moonlight.
"Alright, friend. I can tell you where the Swarvan system is."
"So tell me already!" Paul growled angrilly. The visions were almost driving him mad, even now, the woman was standing alongside watching.
"I can program the coordinates into your tricorder," smiled the man, slowly pushing away Paul's arm.
Paul handed him his tricorder.
"You should be able to get there in about two days."
"Thank you." Said Paul, snatching back his tricorder. He hurried off without another thought. There was something however, that Paul didn't quite trust about this man's sudden change of heart. It seemed a bit too easy getting the coordinates out of him. Paul stepped out of the alley and onto the street once more. "Deveraux to Mersey, one to beam up."