The elite stared at the starboard; an expression of confidence on his face. "I don't understand." The younger officer stated calmly. "You allowed the sale of the Andorian way too cheap; we lost profits. Then you bring us out to the middle of nowhere for unknown reasons." "Only unknown to you." The Elite responded with a long sigh. He turned slightly and called to the pilots. "Dead slow, and keep close to the ionized atmosphere." He turned back to the board. "That will partially mask our presence." He hesitated for a moment. "If I am correct; and I usually am. Our Klingon contact is seeking a particular type of vessel in this region. I believe that young freight Jockey is operating that vessel." "That's a big gamble with our profits." The junior officer returned. "If you're wrong. You know the consequences." "I am right." The Elite snapped angrily. "The freighter left with no haul. I believe there was another reason, even more so with Starfleet ready to set up their inspection blockade." "And why here?" "The perfect location for an elicit cargo to be hidden away beyond the blockade." He returned his attention to the board. Within mere moments, his eyes opened wide as his smile grew wide. "And I believe they are here." He never even looked up as he continued. "Concentrated scan, Now!" "Right." The junior officer turned and rushed to the main sensor control station. "Still too far out for a detailed scan, but it has a really strong power signature for a freighter." "That's it." The Elite mumbled mainly to himself. "The bounty from the Klingons will justify all I have done thus far." He moved hurriedly to the sensor station. "Keep it locked in."