1276/Stirring the Intel Pot

**Swivel has posed:**
A little before the appointed time, Swivel had arrived at the location just outside of the Altihex Planetrium. It was not a place she frequented, but also not a place where she'd be out of place. Sweeps of the area came back clean - no bugs or signs of ambush. Just a loitering Swivel, scrolling through a digital pamphlet about the Planetarium.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz knows the place is clean. That would be why he simple walks up to the other autobot, identifying her immediately. He looks over his shoulder once or maybe twice then he looks over Swivels shoulder once...maybe thrice.

"Ensign," he says simply before saying, "This is a good place?"

**Swivel has posed:**
"It's as good a place as any." Swivel says with a small shrug. She finishes reading a fact on the pamphlet and then looks up, gicing a salute. "Sometimes hiding in plain sight is the best way to avoid suspicion. And most people here are concerning themselves with things so far beyond Cybertron..." Swivel looks towards the Planetarium. "...they'd really pay no notice. And I've already checked for surveillance devices, as I am sure you have as well." Swivel stretches and sets the pamphlet in her subspace. "Shall we walk and talk?"

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz nods, "Let's."

 Jazz offers a hand in a random direction and begins to walk next to Swivel when she starts.

"As you know, this has been a confusing issue."

**Swivel has posed:**
It's easy to keep pace with Swivel, due to her smaller gait. Everything about her posture and body language is calm and casual. Just a femme walking.

"It is? So you do not know who killed Gallo? The official report was he ended up in a recycling facility and then the trail stopped there. But I wondered if there was an unofficial version known to you. If not... there is a real problem. Because I know who did that to Gallo, and who administered the substance that caused that mess with Quartz and Epitaph." Swivel kicks a bit at the floor just before turning a corner. "Nasty business, that."

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz shakes his head, "I have report after report after report and no suspects," he turns the corner with Swivel.

"The whole situation was out of the ordinary for sure."

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel nods her head as they continue waking. She lifts her chin, staring straight ahead. While her expression remains neutral, her optics dim. "Blurr confessed to the killing of them all."

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz Puts out a hand to stop Swivel, grabbing her shoulder.

His face isn't TOO surprised but he says, "Swivel, are you sure? He has been acting ...strange lately."

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel stops, looking up to Jazz. "I know what he told me. He may be lying, but I don't think so. He said he was ordered to. I don't know by who. But, I have theories. But theories, spoken without enough evidence can be dangerous." Swivel shakes her head. "Understand, I don't say this to put Blurr in trouble. He told me in confidence. If anything, I want to help him. I believe he is under someone else's control."

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz offers to walk again, "Under someone else control?" Jazz repeats.

"A debt owed?" he muses.

 "How do you plan to help him and why tell me? That means that I may have obligations that you cannot anticipate."

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel glances off to the side. "I sat on the information for a while, unsure what to do with it. As I said, I was told in confidence." Swivel looks back to Jazz. "But my mind has been raking over it. And if he is being ordered to assassinate people - and those orders aren't coming down the chain through the proper channels, then there may be a rogue division. Or it came from higher up, which is also troubling." Swivel pauses, and then resumes walking. "I... think that his visit to the institute was more than removing unpleasant memories. Perhaps protocols were implanted in his processor. In which case, he may continue to be forced to do another's bidding. And, if whoever is in control is /not/ Prowl or Optimus Prime, then it poses a threat of a power play within the Autobots. We can't afford that."

Swivel slows her pace again. "As for helping Blurr, I'd hope that he'd be severed from whoever is making him do these things. Even if that is because he's locked up." Swivel glances over to Jazz. "He'd hate it. But it might be better for him in the long run."

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz considers this for a long moment then nods slowly. As he walks, his optics to look far away and ahead.

 Snapping back to the present Jazz says, "You've told no one else?"

**Swivel has posed:**
"No one." Swivel says frimly. "I was tempted to speak with Prowl, as I had a suspicion he was the one giving the orders. But after thinking it over, I felt it was safer to come to you. Besides, going past you to Prowl would be bucking the chain of command. If I go through improper channels, then I'm no better than those I am trying to help expose."

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz nods and smiles..again...the light somehow finds it a reflects brilliantly, "I will tell Prowl when the time is right. But for now? We can't let Blurr know what you have told me. We are going to determine what is going on with him...." then he pauses.

"Actually, I am not sure what we are going to do about it just yet," he nods again. "HOwever, keep an eye on him huh until we get a course of action."

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel can't help but smile back, albeit it is a less sparkly smile. "I will try. Although it may be difficult since since his confession, things have been strained. Still, I shall do my best, sir." Swivel nods, the smile fading as her face becomes more grim. "But, I agree, observation and fact gathering is best."

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz nods again, "Looks like I have work to do," he slaps Swivel on the shoulder and heads back towards Deacgon.