As the Ensign had informed him; there would be a two day delay in processing his documents and off loading the cargo, with possibly another day delay due to the backlog. He went straight to work. Stepping to the doorway, he watched as a long procession of red coveralls headed down the corridor along with black suited pilots. Shuttles would be arriving and departing for the entire weekend. Now clothed in red coveralls; He stepped out and into the slow moving group. His appearance didn't even seem to draw the slightest bit of attention. He felt a hint of satisfaction for only a moment as to his efforts to blend in worked. His brow creased and drew together as the matter at hand came back to mind. A task he had made a vow to carry out. His father had taught him in Klingon traditions and mannerisms. When it came to family; Vengeance was a dish best served cold.