Nick pulled up the collar of his jacket against the rain as it increased slightly. He had been watching the alleyway from down the street for the better part of the morning. He thought maybe he would get lucky and see the gangster he was looking for. It was never that easy, but it was always worth a shot.
He wasn't even sure if this was one of Roz's warehouses, the street rat that had given him intel was just as likely to lie to him than give him good information. He would sit on this place for a few more minutes before moving on to other options. He was pretty sure the Grindalid slaver was in Coronet City, but the city was big and no one seemed ready to talk. She must be pretty ruthless to have such an iron grip over the area, usually, a couple of credits would get people singing.
He finally saw two rough-looking thugs move down the street, carrying some time small crate. He pressed back into the shadows a bit as they turned down the alleyway. He expected them to go into the warehouse, but they instead walked past the door and continued down the alleyway. Nick huffed in frustration before he noticed them lift up a cover at the back of the alleyway. They disappeared beneath the street, likely to some sort of sewer entrance.
He gave it a moment, and when no one else followed he made his way to the sewer entrance.
