Blake didn't have to wait long before the door to the Shepard's room opened. Unable to stop her habit of casing a room, Blake's initial thought was spartan. Not too surprised at the minimalism Shepard showed, perhaps it was a bit too minimalistic. There was the typical looking table with a small twin. Other amenities had been laid out economically, but the room lacked a personal touch. Perhaps the blandness was purposeful. Military life hardly seemed like the area for luxury and indulgence. 

Surprised at the salute, the law enforcement branch didn't adhere to that practice, Blake offered one back before moving towards the first human spectre. The hero that was obviously getting shafted. She shook Shepard's hand. "It's an honor, Commander Shepard." Taking a seat at the couch Shepard gestured to, Blake situated herself to get comfy on the stone hard furniture. "I don't know how much you've been informed about me, but I work within the Direct Intervention Department. Not something I readily advertise. This is an exception.

"Unlike the military, we deal with more domestic issues that require a militaristic solution." Taking out a data pad from one of her pockets, Blake's warm violet eyes scanned the screen before she handed it over to the Commander. "I've been working on a case. Real ugly one involving deaths of prominent people. To save you a lengthy recap, I have reason to suspect that the gang involved is a front. Covering something up, if you will. Violent gangs and terror cells can certainly be organized, but the pattern of the activities I've been tracking is a step up."

Her eyes studied the Commander. While she came here looking for insight, what information she revealed had to be limited. There wasn't any opportunity in checking the room for bugs. She didn't know who was potentially listening into their conversation. But she had to at least give enough for Shepard to go on. "If you look at the second file on the data pad, I've posted up some images of what I've found during raids and deep covers. The smuggling is typical. Picture five to ten depicts technology and advanced weapons procurement. But picture thirteen." Blake switched to the image and pointed at a spot. A hint of orange-black symbol peeked behind a cargo crate "What does that look like to you? Gangs with that much ordinance? Hardware? In my experience, connections to high places is the only way."

Sitting back, Blake decided that was enough talking on her end. It was time to hear what the Commander thought about all of this. "I have a very strong suspicion, Commander. And if it's something you share, just from looking at that logo in image thirteen, then we have a lot to talk about."