13/08/2501: Murder At 700 Km/h.

((Since this has slowed down to nothing, I'm going to skip forward several hours to the first rest stop of the journey))

The next few hours went by fairly quickly, and without too much event. The drunk woman stopped bothering Harvey at some point and instead turned her attention to pestering pretty much every other passenger on the shuttle. Greg continued to make jokes about bringing in Krikta and making him play in a weltball game, although his partner seemed increasingly annoyed as time went on.  Soon enough, the speakers crackled into life, and announced the arrival of the shuttle at the Seychelles refueling station, where there would be a 20 minute stop. The passengers got up one by one, most grateful for having a bit of time to walk around after being within the somewhat cramped shuttle for several hours. The nervous young man remained seated, slumped over asleep, while one of the UIG guards stood at the exit.

The fueling station itself was impressively large, given it had to provide for most of the lanes of the Skybridge, but the services on offer were not exactly the highest quality. The attempt at painting it white to make the grey prefabricated building approximate something you'd want to look at had long been swept aside by the elements, by the wind that stank of fuel and salt from the sea below.The shuttle had stopped on the second level, above the refueling station for the cars travelling along here. The staff inside were a mix of Comoros citizens and Australian mutants, although imbalanced towards the former due to it's location. The mutant family, who's daughter had started to complain of hunger, headed towards the cheapest eatery they could, while other passengers wandered the motley stalls, with the young punk couple nudging themselves in front of a shirt that said "I joined the 700 mph club!". The chinese woman stayed behind near the shuttle, lighting up a synth-girett as her eyes followed the rest of the passengers around. The drunk woman disappeared off, possibly to find more booze.

A few moments into the break, Harvey found Timotheus standing at his shoulder again. "Ah, Agent Verma? I think this might belong to you." He held out a datapad for Harvey to take, wiping his fingers fastidiously on a handkerchief after the other man took it. It looked like a perfectly normal datapad, currently switched off. "Anyway, I believe this is my stop. It's been lovely to chat with you - it's so rare to find someone with good taste around these parts."

With that, he nodded to Harvey and turned to go.

Relieved at a chance to stretch his legs, Sergei stepped out into the station and, still carrying his suitcase, set about walking through the various stands and stalls, seeming to take a mild interest in the wares and services on offer.  However, most of his attention was held by surreptitiously keeping close to as many of his fellow shuttle passengers as possible, watching for anything suspicious that might give away their target.  (pass Per + Obs by 8 )