Blakesley
Blakesley was moodily clicking through his e-mails. He had done all the work he could do on the samples and materials left behind from the two aliens he had had captured. Heads had rolled for that, thankfully not his. He looked up briefly as a soldier entered the room, then bent back to his work. "Yes?"
"Sir, we have reason to believe that the Dathrian male was telling the truth." The soldier stood at attention and then handed Blakesley a sheaf of papers. The scientist started to leaf through them, then laughed quietly.
"What do you know? The alien is a famous muscian after all...this could be invaluable for our research. Members of an interrelated group to study..."
"Yes, sir. Would you like me to carry any messages, sir?"
"No, private, you may go." Blakesley turned back to his computer and typed in Hanson on a search engine. He started to peruse the wealth of infomation that came up. He found one site, then clicked on a link. Well. They were on tour. And they would be going to California...perhaps he should drop in and say hello. See how his art was performing. Blakesley leant over and depressed the button on his intercom. "Arrange to have me go to the Hanson concert in Anaheim, the House of Blues, please."
"Reasons, Dr. Blakesley?"
"Investigation of acquiring an interrelated group of aliens..."