Public A Dirty Drink - Nal Hutta

[Felix (The Bloody) Carro]

Felix settled himself into his usual seat at the back of the smoke filled greasy bar. The familiar cracked red leather seat with no cushioning left in it groaned slightly from the weight of his metal body. He positioned himself so that he could keep an eye on the door. Through the thick smoke he could see the server droid already bringing him his usual drink of two fingers Corellian whiskey. His eyes scanned the bar quickly and efficiently every minute or so never really settling in. It was times like this that he was happy he had multiple transponder codes. His last slave contract hadn't been as clean as he liked.

May have to change that transponder code before the next slave contract. Oh well. Focus up, the contact should be here soon.

Felix wondered what sort of smuggling job it was. More slaves, spice, weapons maybe or getting someone where they wanted to go quietly.