Private A Wench in the Works

[Marcy]

A Wench in the Works

The intel came from a trusted informant, passed down the line by a civilian with questionable motives at Imvota cloning technology and robotics hoping to get a leg over the CEO sent word that a large sum of credits had been withdrawn for a supposed deal perhaps. The amount was vague, but seemed to be a big chunk of the companies reserves. Wages had been lowered over the last few weeks, and what remained of the staff on hand were getting ready to revolt, many having given their lives to the corporation with nothing to lose but the job they slaved away at.

There wasn't much more information on the building itself, average security aside from the local authority, access to lower level security cameras provided on a primitive drive and a guarantee of help from some select insiders whose names were written on a data pad along with some outdated building blueprints.

Information on the CEO could easily be attained, Alistar Imvota IV, great grandson of the original company creator having wormed his way into the family business after pushing out the first non blood related CEO through an accused, but never proved scandal involving embezzlement. Two children, divorcee, closeted alcoholic and occasional spice dabbler. Current estate was on the upper end of the city, with a truly unnecessary amount of armed guards.

Though there was likely more to be attained, the informant faded into the alleys as the city watch made its normal rounds. In the wake was a bag of credits left on the ground, inside a handwritten scrawling of a bounty being placed on the CEOs head and an offer of keeping any illegally obtained good found along the way.

Signed from the Imvota Company Family.

Kebos

 

[Kebos]

The streets of downtown were filled with all walks of life, from the uptight businessman to the ragged street thug. They all trudged through their daily lives. One such life was that of a young urchin. In their travels, the urchin came across a bag of credits with a note. Normally, the credits would get pocketed and there would be no more of that story. But, this was not that kind of situation.

Kebos sat at a food vendor's stall, shoveling food into his mouth. He had two guards looking out for him at each side of the stall. He had just finished a plate of fried-nuna when a notification hit his communit. One of his lieutenants reached out saying a street urchin brought him credits and a note with a bounty. Someone of his talents was needed to hit a corpo. The usual greedy type that left scraps for his employees. Felt more like a service than a job.

"Got a job. Have the car pulled around." Kebos wiped his mouth with a napkin and left some credits on the bar. His airspeeder pulled up behind him and he opened the door and sat in the backseat while his guards got into the other seats. The doors closed shut and the airspeeder was off. While in the backseat, Kebos looked over the bounty details, noting the important info. Imvota, a tech company, was being plagued by it's current nerfherder in charge. A large haul of credits being moved and the CEO's head. He had his target but now he needed a plan. He reached out to who he could to get some information on the company while on his drive. Time was very much a factor.

Marcy ​

 

[Marcy]

Over the next hour or so more information trickled in from Kebos contacts. Families reported relatives that hadn't been home from work in a few days, vehicles still at the building but no sign of them as of late. Others whos relatives had come home from Imvota were distant, tired beyond that of just overwork, though they insisted their days were just busier than most.

A few updated blueprints of the building made their way to him, security rotation and shift change schedules. Upon a stakeout the guards seemed to ignore those scheduled however, both shifts standing guard at all times. Traveling by the top floor, curtains and blinds were drawn blocking the beautiful view of the city from the inside, only to be open somewhat at night to allow the lights of the surrounding drift in.

By the upper end of the city at the CEOs estate, the place seemed abandon, security missing, the place ransacked and covered in grafiti. On a stroll through every valuable was taken long before, likely before the place was left in the state it was. All of the findings gave a strange feeling, something unnatural.

Yes the Man had his issues, but the abandon estate, the workers being worked to the grave, wages cut and all process thrown to the wind. Something was happening in broad daylight that no authority seemed to pay any mind to.

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Marcy drummed her fingers on the CEOs desk, her black eyes focused on the city through the small gap in the curtain as she sipped from a glass of wine. Alistar might have had a stash of liquor to supply the galaxy but so far all of it was shit in her opinion. Scowling she pushed it off to the side as the glass shattered on the desktop, the contents spilling to the floor.

Turning her attention to the employee pushed into the room she glanced his way, displaying a devious smile.

Kebos

 

[Kebos]

"Pull in here." said the upstart crime lord. The speeder came to a stop in front of the Imvota building. Kebos reached beneath his seat and pulled out a case. Once he opened it with his thumbprint, it opened, revealing his pair of KG-36s. He put them in holsters beneath his jacket before getting out of the speeder. Two of his goons followed suit, armed with blaster rifles, and leaving the driver in the car.

"Big ass building. Let's hope the elevator is working." he said before strolling through the building's front door. The lobby was silent and eerie. Kebos was not scared, but excited. A big paycheck was just over the horizon. "Ain't nobody home? Huh." he pondered. It was suspicious for such a prestigious company to be the ghost town that it was. "Elevator's this way. C'mon." Kebos said before walking up and pressing a button on the wall, summoning the elevator. "Y'know, I've seen this inna holoflick once. Bad guys saw the good guy coming up in the elevator through a security camera. So they set up an ambush. Now, of course it was just a movie, so the good guy found a way to win. This ain't a movie. We don't have plot armor. So, y'all just follow my lead. "

The ding of the elevator going past each floor on the way up was the only sound inside the metal box. That and the sound of one of Kebos' goons breathing. He was a pretty big guy. And he was a Klatooinian. A great gunman, nonetheless. Kebos trusted him to point straight. Might be necessary at the end of this elevator trip.

Marcy ​