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Ruusan
"Oh Oberon, what have you got yourself into this time?" he murmured to himself. Tapping the electric blue screen of the datapad a few more times, he replaced it back underneath his jacket. He continued his steady pace, still a few blocks away from where he was going to begin surveillance.
"Oi! You off on another job there, Oberon?"
The dark-haired man turned, hearing his name called out from across the street. An old friend of him and his mom, Reiner approached with a smile and clapped Oberon on his shoulder. He chuckled and replied, "Well, something like that. Good to see you around, how's the old man doing?"
Reiner shrugged and laughed in return. "Same as always, dear chap. Listen, you be careful out there, eh? Wouldn't want you getting hurt out there. It'd be a shame if I didn't see ya at the pub regularly!"
Oberon grimaced as his friend reminded him of his drinking habits. The last week was pretty rough for him, he'd been there almost every day drinking his last job's earnings away. Blasted Ruusan, even Reiner knew how much Oberon wanted to leave. The investigator blinked and took another quick breath, offering a small, reassuring smile. This life...it was just too repetitive. Far too boring. There was so much more to life than sitting around in once place, going nowhere fast. Oberon cleared his throat.
"Well...if I don't show up one day, just know I've moved on to something better. Have a good afternoon, my friend."
With that, the investigator continued towards his destination. Even as he approached it, the street began to look more and more like it was in gang territory. Graffiti lined the walls — strange symbols in various languages and even something with a burning rose. "Kes the Mandos!!1!!1" was also emblazoned comically across the back end a broken down speeder. Clearly, someone held a grudge. Oberon turned down a dark alleyway, knowing that if he went any further he'd be confronted by some large people with guns. Along one side of the alley was a trash dumpster, and on the other was a fire escape stairway that crawled up to the roof of the building. Climbing up the dumpster as gracefully as he could (not very), Oberon leaped into the air and barely caught the lowest step. He huffed, pulling himself up and making his way up to the third or fourth floor where a large window was placed. Here the investigator stopped, pulling out his datapad to begin taking notes and pictures. All he had to do was wait for the target to enter the room.