In The Bag

[Marcus Lok]

Circuit Night Club​

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Nar Shaddaa​

The young spacer flexed his fingers with impatience, quite annoyed with the load he was forced to bear in his hand. It was sturdy, robust, and quite heavy, and for good reason as well. Contained within the durasteel case was everything that he would need to be paid, and he was sure that his client was well tired of waiting for it. The job itself had been difficult to say the least, and with the Suns having been so close to sniffing him out around the end of his assignment, he was almost happy to see the flashing lights of the circuit nightclub against the reflective pools of acidic water that had come down the night before.

He paused, looking at the doors of the club which pulsed with bright neon lights. Should he do this? He scolded himself for actually taking this long to consider what the true consequences of handing over this brief case could be if that puffed up little under boss decided to hand him over to the Suns. The whole idea that this had been one big set-up was a bit far fetched, but he couldn't help but feel his heart rate increase as the guards patted him down again. They reached for the case, and he briskly pulled it away from them. They looked understandably upset by his denial of their prying fingers, but he would be more than happy to wait on his employer than to show the goods to these thugs.

"Tell your boss her jewelry has arrived."

Jewelry? Admittedly, it probably wouldn't make much sense to her, it was just something he had said on the fly in the hopes that she might be told to look at the cams to see his face. Beyond that, he was sure that they wouldn't give him much trouble once she gave the go ahead. He wouldn't just hand the case over to her guards after all. That would just be careless.

He was content to wait for her approval, avoiding the scowl of the thug that had pressed the button near his station that Marcus hoped was a signal for the boss and not the Kath hounds. Perhaps it was both?


[member="Elizabeth Castille"]

 

[Aela Talith]

[member="Marcus Lok"]

There were no screens in front of her, no video feeds for her to look at.

She had people for that.

Yet when someone told her that someone was delivering 'jewelry' she couldn't help but perk an eyebrow. No one had ever accused Elizabeth of being overly clever, but she wasn't exactly an idiot. There were plenty of people in this galaxy that wanted to speak to her sure, but very few actively brought her anything but trouble. Even if it was code she knew it could really only be one of half a dozen different things, and it wasn't like she wasn't expecting something as of late.

"See him up." Elizabeth said with a wave of her hand.

Circuit's second part, the VIP piece of the club was where she currently sat. The second floor was sectioned into half a dozen different rooms, each one separated by panes of glass that could be turned opaque at a press of a button. There were also Ray Shields and other things to keep things private.

Elizabeth enjoyed lounging up here most of the time in her private office, far away from prying ears where she could still keep an eye on things.

 

[Marcus Lok]

He had to wait for several minutes, but the guards soon waved him through as he'd hoped they would. Whether or not she truly knew who was coming to see her, or even if she cared, was still a matter for debate. The familiar throbbing beat of the music hit him as he stepped through the doors. He passed the patrons who had lost themselves in rhythmic trances, heading towards the upper levels of the club. He'd heard of the VIP sections of Circuit, and what he saw was much akin to descriptions given by those lucky enough to visit.

He took only quick glances at the opaque barriers as he passed them, a bit annoyed that he couldn't peek in on the private conversations being held by crime lords and drug dealers from across the stars. It had been a life he had taken interest to only recently, and he felt that the Hutts had hardly shown him enough. They had often only called him to tell him what his next task would be, transferring credits as he pleased them with his work. There had been little time to explore the palaces which they'd been so famed for...

Finally, he emerged on what he believed must be the room that she frequented. It bore some designs around the frame which helped him to distinguish it from a normal room, but the true indicator came from the guard who motioned a thumb towards the entrance, grunting at him as he passed.

With a careful hand, he pressed the panel just to the side of the door, waiting for the young woman to buzz him in.

[member="Elizabeth Castille"]