The scorching Coruscant sun was beating down on the pavements and metals that made up the burning Coruscant streets. Zev sat, the shadow of an umbrella hiding him from the bright rays of the sun that illuminated the shiny surfaces of the city planet. Across from his seat at a table outside the diner was a large bank, one that was of great interest to him for one reason, Tegaea was there on business. The bank was run by the Banking Clan and hired Omega Pyre to handle security for their new location until they could secure their own steady pace of protection. Zev was surprised that his operatives had overlooked such a great detail, but at least the Jedi had given him good information and that she was still here.
Zev tapped his foot on the afternoon pavement, his emerald eyes fixated on the door in front of him. In his right hand, as always, a cigar hung in between his index and middle fingers. Being here on the streets of Coruscant, Zev was reminded of the days when he was forced to buy the low grade cigs that tasted like burning cardboard. The taste bit at his tongue like a wild beast, not like the Shento luxury cigars that caressed his tongue with the sweet flavors of high grade tabac and natural flavorings. He never wished to return to the life that neglected him of freedom...not again. Zev continued to sit, his cigar smoke filling the air as he awaited the mercenary to exit the building so he could easily approach her. He was unsure of how she would take to him, but this was something he needed to do.
Zev tapped his foot on the afternoon pavement, his emerald eyes fixated on the door in front of him. In his right hand, as always, a cigar hung in between his index and middle fingers. Being here on the streets of Coruscant, Zev was reminded of the days when he was forced to buy the low grade cigs that tasted like burning cardboard. The taste bit at his tongue like a wild beast, not like the Shento luxury cigars that caressed his tongue with the sweet flavors of high grade tabac and natural flavorings. He never wished to return to the life that neglected him of freedom...not again. Zev continued to sit, his cigar smoke filling the air as he awaited the mercenary to exit the building so he could easily approach her. He was unsure of how she would take to him, but this was something he needed to do.