Ione slipped a tail as she went out to get on Jack's private jet.With breakfast out of the way, Ione settled in for the flight. She brought out her laptop and started going through the files she collected and built tracing Babbage. The money trail was easy; she had made notes as her virtual coins travelled through transaction after transaction. Each time, the electronic currency was used in a shady deal. Drugs at first, low amounts of a variety that Ione figured were meant for street deals, but as the currency moved up the chain, the purchases changed from drugs to guns, then from guns to rockets. This is where Babbage came in. Ione wasn't sure of his real name, nor did she want to know. His purchases, though, were enough for her to flag him for Lawrence before tracing his emails and instant messaging. If she wanted, she could easily have followed him through social media.
A squeal from the cockpit pulled Ione's attention away from her work. Mara's high-pitched giggle penetrated through the cockpit door. "At least they closed the door," Ione muttered. She tried to ignore the noises coming from the front of the jet, but couldn't focus on her files. Ione set down her laptop, closing its lid, and picked up her tablet. If she couldn't concentrate, one of the games on the tablet should distract her.