Big Bad Wolf
//: Livien Magnus, ORD RADAMA...
Harsh red neon cast the Corellian in an ominous light, making him appear much more sinister than he really was. A light drizzle had settled in over the capital, making the light-polluted skies above Livien Magnus appear hazy and thick. All the ecumenopoli were like this, Reggie thought to himself as he took a drag on his cigarette and added its smoke to Ord Radama's irreparable atmosphere. He'd picked this place as a show of good faith for his contact; A neutral world beyond the reaches of the SIA and the Corpos, right in the middle of their respective territories along the Hydian Way. But the longer he waited outside the Scarlet Sword, the more anxious he felt.
Malcoma Hesse was some sort of Freedom Trail operator from Alliance space. Part of the Family, or so he'd heard. Strange bedfellows for a bleeding heart, but you could same the same for Reggie and his pack of hack-rats. Code Zero wasn't exactly a charity case, after all. No, this whole Freedom Trail business was a personal accord for Reggie. He'd seen far too many good people go missing in the night only to wind up in some Zygerrian mineshaft in the ass-crack of nowhere, starving to death as they chip rocks for their masters.
He took another puff, shaking his head slightly. The smoke burned his lungs but he held it inside for a long moment before exhaling through his nose. "Things'll kill you," Das always said. Not as fast as an Espo mole will, Reggie mused to himself. God, he hoped this Hesse woman wasn't a rat...
The Zero kept his eyes peeled, glancing only as often as he felt wasn't suspicious, when he saw the silhouette of a woman approaching the cantina. She walked with a way about her that felt different than Ord Radama's usual rabble. A sense of direction. Intent. She wasn't here to wallow in cheap spirits, that much was for sure.
Surely, she was his contact. Reggie straightened his spine a bit and took a final drag before dropping and grinding the butt into the sidewalk with his boot.
"Show time," he muttered, wisps of cigarette smoke escaping his lips.
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