Victor stripped off bits and pieces of his sand blasted and scorched training armor, setting it aside on his work table beside his helmet.  His conversation with Orion that night was more somber then usual, and darker.  Focusing on the events he had witnessed while on patrol two days ago, events he had gotten in touch with another Marshall about, a man called Ethan.  Their letters were brief and as vague as they could make them, as well as coded, but still he did not like keeping them around.  Orion had insisted though that he not throw them out and that he simply dispose of them later, as throwing them out could risk someone else finding them.  
These letters were exactly what the Bidder intended her potential employees Keenan and Jenga to procure for her, as it was always nice to have  Marshall in your pocket and Victor would make a useful one.  
But even as Jenga made his way up to the floor Victor's rooms were stationed, the Marshall was moving to destroy the evidence.