The night was peaceful, at least for Nar Shaddaa's standards. Duke hadn't been called out for anything so far through the night and maybe it was just one of those ones where he got lucky and got some free time. His free time, however, wasn't really what it sounded like as he resided in his small apartment and practically taking up an entire corner of it was a desk with papers and files covering the entirety of it. Some of them were pinned to the wall as well with pictures, lines connecting to between a few of them and linking certain ones together for him to easily draw back to. It would have been great to have time to go and enjoy the night for himself but after encountering an assassin only a few days ago in the victim's apartment, it kind of put an urgency on things to be sped up.
Duke was dressed in normal civilian attire as he sat in a char that was a few feet away from the monstrous corner that hadn't been organized weeks. There was a cup of coffee in his hand and it was the only thing still keeping away so late in the night, taking a healthy sip from it to give his body a quick adrenaline shot. With a sigh, he put the cup down and crossed his arms before just staring at the wall. The assassin was the big mystery as it meant that there was someone out there who didn't want anything revealed and a player that there was no information about.
He would have worried about Trys with this type of situation but she could handle herself as he witnessed and he only saw her a few days ago on Dathomir involving another case. That was a whole other pile of papers on his desk as well, a complete mess with Jedi and other sort mystical powers that he couldn't wrap his head around at the moment. As Duke sat there trying to focus only on the assassin and who was tugging the strings, the inviting embrace of sleep tugged at his eyelids and he began to drift away. When his body started to slump in the chair he quickly woke himself up with a quick jolt that shook his chair. With a quick and light slap across his cheek and another gulp of his coffee, he told himself to stay awake and leaned forward, reading over everything once more.
Duke was dressed in normal civilian attire as he sat in a char that was a few feet away from the monstrous corner that hadn't been organized weeks. There was a cup of coffee in his hand and it was the only thing still keeping away so late in the night, taking a healthy sip from it to give his body a quick adrenaline shot. With a sigh, he put the cup down and crossed his arms before just staring at the wall. The assassin was the big mystery as it meant that there was someone out there who didn't want anything revealed and a player that there was no information about.
He would have worried about Trys with this type of situation but she could handle herself as he witnessed and he only saw her a few days ago on Dathomir involving another case. That was a whole other pile of papers on his desk as well, a complete mess with Jedi and other sort mystical powers that he couldn't wrap his head around at the moment. As Duke sat there trying to focus only on the assassin and who was tugging the strings, the inviting embrace of sleep tugged at his eyelids and he began to drift away. When his body started to slump in the chair he quickly woke himself up with a quick jolt that shook his chair. With a quick and light slap across his cheek and another gulp of his coffee, he told himself to stay awake and leaned forward, reading over everything once more.