Character
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Beaches, those were the best places to have a job. You could dip your toes in the water while you did surveillance. If it was a resort beach that was even better, plenty of pretty girls and drinks to help pass the time while you waiting to meet a contact. Going out on a charter boat came in a pretty good second and then of course there was those arctic spas with hot springs. Damian had particularly happy memories of himself and his sort-of-master [member="Kana Truden"] at one of those. Unfortunately for him, most of his jobs were more like this. Currently Damian was sitting in a hotel room in a seedy part of town looking across an alley at a door.
What was in that door? A meeting place for the planets less reputable elements. Damian had heard from a contact that there was a smuggling ring here, something that normally wouldn’t have concerned him too much until he heard about the disappearances. Women and children stuffed into a container. The intent was to smuggle them to, well Damian was here to find out where, and something had gone wrong. Damian had intercepted the shipment. One of many so it seemed.
The client was a sister to one of the girls rescued and through her he had found a number of contacts, one in particular was of interested to him. A Zeltron male who lured some of the more pretty women into their captivity. Biting his lower lip Damian considered making a move quicker but instead decided to tail the man. That led him here, to this place. The cantina was quiet and rarely busy. It was a hole in the wall where only those with business went.
Damian considered the situation as he saw the Zeltron target walk into the bar. Perhaps it was time to make his introduction.
Walking down the stairs he put on his cheapest suit and took a deep breath. In his pocket was the fake security badge for the planet. Well fake in so much as he wasn’t a security agent, the badge was real, Damian having swiped a sheriffs badge with a counterfeit. People put too much stock in badges anyways, they rarely checked to see if they were real.
Walking to the door he ignored the looks of multiple men and found the gaggle of gangsters where the Zeltron sat. Moving across the room he sat down at their table interrupting their conversation.
“Wrong table.” A greasy looking Rodian said staring back at him.
“Nah I don't think so,” Damian replied. “I was wondering… if a guy was looking to sell something, perhaps some information,” He pulled out his badge and showed it off, “about an investigation. How much would a guy like that make.”
Suspicious eyes landed on him as one of the goons hands slipped into his suit going for a blaster. “No no.” Damian said taking a small vial out of his pocket. He placed some narco-spice onto his hand and snorted. It wasn’t exactly pleasant but snorting a bit of spice would get you some more leeway with the bad guys, help convince them you’re a criminal, and of course Damian had the force to fall back on to try to eliminate the poison from his system. “It isn’t like that at all. I’m just a guy looking for a payoff. And maybe more. You got a guy on the force? Someone who can warn you about things? Get your shipments through customs without inspection? I’m your guy.”
With luck these gangsters would find his offer tempting and show him where the shipments were so he could examine them and try to find out where they were going.
[member="Kaili Talith"]