Coruscant
He'd been following his target for over a dozen blocks. WeatherNet called for rain, and King didn't have an umbrella. Soaked, his hair draped over and stuck to his face in agitating fashion. Keeping several meters between them and himself, King stalked mostly unprotected through the artificial precipitation. Avoiding puddles, he weaved and pranced deftly on occasion to keep himself from drawing any attention.
A kilometer and a half later, a left turn led to a highrise apartment building. Tracking in water, King waited a few moments before shadowing behind through the revolving door. When they took the turbolift, King took the stairs. Over a decade of cardio training made for sustaining ten rounds of shockboxing paid off here. He was a little late to the proper floor, discerned only through Force-assisted intuition, but he had hardly broken a sweat.
King followed as casually as possible. He slid behind a 'person of interest' began tapping at a door control panel. When the distinct sound of a door hissing open echoed through the otherwise vacant hallway, King slowly counted to two. As soon as the count was over, he bolted down the hallway, slipping his left TURBODUSTER in front of the threshold and catching the door at the very last second.
He squeezed. The crushgaunt tech allowing him to crumple the edge of the door with very little effort. With a fluid pull, he forced the door open, causing the hydraulics to make a curious groan. King slipped through the gap he'd created before releasing the door and allowing it to close. Fist's clenched, his forearms and wrists flicked out in a sudden motion, activating the electric charge on either TURBODUSTER.
"Knock knock!"
Time to get down to business.