Already late in the day, it is decided that the task force will set out upon its mission proper, in the morning. Inspector Lance Deckard has gathered the group at a local cantina, for a roundtable discussion.
"Thank you all for coming." He looks around at those assembled at the table.. and beyond.. One of the nice things about the round table, is that the entire room is visible, to someone seated at it.
"This is just something I like to do, early in an investigation, when I'm working with a team." He pauses to take a drink, and smiles. "Okay. I do it when I'm working a case by myself, too. But it's not as fun."
"Just spitballing, at this point, but let's go around the table and see what we come up with. I'll start."
"Any of you gamblers?" He glances at the others, expectantly. "For my part, I have 50 credits that put Valorum and Airgang snogging away on some remote beach, entirely oblivious to the diplomatic incident that has ensued." Taking another drink, he glances about at his colleagues.
"What? C'mon. It's a classic scenario, and I would be remiss in my duty not to voice the possibility, however unpopular. Senator's daughter captivated by dangerous mercenary.. Happens all the time."
"Okay, okay.. Fine. You tell me what has happened, then.. Who's next?!"
As the Investigator takes in the mood of the small gathering, he is also taking note of anyone paying them too much attention.. or trying too hard, to pretend not to.
"Another Ebla over here, please!" The inspector orders another beer, but he nurses it, while listening to his fellows express their own hypotheses.
@Sincereagape (hope you don't mind this liberty I've taken)