Meret Blackmoon
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She wrapped herself in gray gauze scarf to cover her blond hair and wore no make-up. This may have been the most dangerous thing she had ever done. Meret had much at stake and her life depended on it. She stuffed the forged documents into her leather bag. The four-inch heels on her boots created an illusion of her being taller. It was time.
She got his name from a Black Sun Operative that had been interrogated on Endor. Their meeting was not at a bar or a café but an information agency. That was what it was called. Its location was camouflaged building in plain sight. The meeting was in seventh room on the seventh floor underground. Meret checked her chrono and she was early. She went over her speech in her mind several times. Maybe he was already here and was observing her? She clinched her fist and brought her hand to her mouth, waiting. Her eyes were playing tricks on her mind. Meret thought she saw a shadow or felt a cold chill in the air.
Apparently, this one had been exiled or out of the loop for sometime which was just perfect for this project. His name unimportant but his corporate knowledge immensely important, Knowledge is a powerful weapon. She heard that haunting voice in her head ” It is not information that is important, it is what you do with that information” She set up her data pad to recorded their conversation.
@[member="Christian Slade"]
She got his name from a Black Sun Operative that had been interrogated on Endor. Their meeting was not at a bar or a café but an information agency. That was what it was called. Its location was camouflaged building in plain sight. The meeting was in seventh room on the seventh floor underground. Meret checked her chrono and she was early. She went over her speech in her mind several times. Maybe he was already here and was observing her? She clinched her fist and brought her hand to her mouth, waiting. Her eyes were playing tricks on her mind. Meret thought she saw a shadow or felt a cold chill in the air.
Apparently, this one had been exiled or out of the loop for sometime which was just perfect for this project. His name unimportant but his corporate knowledge immensely important, Knowledge is a powerful weapon. She heard that haunting voice in her head ” It is not information that is important, it is what you do with that information” She set up her data pad to recorded their conversation.
@[member="Christian Slade"]