Phantom of Pain
AN UNEXPECTED VISIT
Logan sat on the doorstep of the building, a cigarette smoldering in his left hand. He put it to his lips and took a puff, the tip glowing a bright red before dimming down and falling off onto the ground. He lazily moved his foot and rubbed it on top of the small bit of ash that fell, smothering it out. He coughed into his right hand, spitting up some phlegm onto the ground as he did. He stood up and dusted the back of his pants of, a thin layer of dust coating the floor from the work being done. They hadn't made much progress so far, almost done clearing the inside of the building of scrap, rubble and other garbage. He grabbed a broom that was just inside the door and began sweeping the entrance area out so it at least felt cleaner to him. He took another long drag from the cigarette hanging out of his mouth, blowing the smoke out through his nostrils. He let it hang from the side of his mouth as he kept sweeping, bits of ash occasionally falling right into the path of the broom. He took one last puff and tossed it into the street as the brushed all the dust after it. He sighed deeply, making a mental checklist of what still had to be done, and boy was there a lot of it. Clean the main room, get new windows, fix the electricity, get bunks and food and other supplies for the hostel, install cameras, and then make the place look nice. It seemed like a short list, but each task was painstakingly harder than the last.
He leaned against the outer wall of the building, resting his head against the cold, hard cement. He put his hands in his pockets and puled out a lighter and the pack of cigarettes again. He pulled one of the long, fresh cigarettes out and put it back in his pocket. He put it in his mouth and cupped his hands around it, sparking the lighter twice before a flame popped out. He put the pack and lighter back in his pocket and he looked up, to see a Hutt walking toward him much to his surprise.
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