Drill, Baby, Drill
On Coruscant, inside a rinky-dink holonet cafe, Anastasia massaged the bridge of her nose. The flight out here had been a long one, but ultimately necessary for the task at hand. She'd barely slept. If the traffic she'd detected on Nar Shaddaa was true, then they had a big security breach, but frankly as good as she was she wasn't confident enough to go to Gorba with what she had. She needed third party confirmation.
To: [member="Munin"]
From: CoruscantDataTerminal5532442/User-Kalashnikova
Munin, my boss has a problem. I detected some irregularities from the data hub in Nar Shaddaa. Take a look yourself and let me know what you find.
-Anastasia
To: [member="Munin"]
From: CoruscantDataTerminal5532442/User-Kalashnikova
Munin, my boss has a problem. I detected some irregularities from the data hub in Nar Shaddaa. Take a look yourself and let me know what you find.
-Anastasia