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Harlan had never been to Telti. And for good reason it seemed. As he and Vic had flown across the planet to the capital all he saw, city after city after city, was factories, slums, skyscrapers. An urban maze no better than the seedier side of Coruscant or Correllia where he'd been plenty of times.
The capital in contrast felt like somewhere built by those with too much money and not enough taste. Gaudy towers, walled off from the workers and the rest of the planets poor. Neon, nylon, and other nasty looking things surrounded him at every turn. It wouldn't be somewhere he'd return to, not after the job was done.
And boy was this one a doozy. Such a doozy he'd made sure to be carrying all his gear for it, for it was that kind of day.
But Vic was here, that was something. Posing as workers at the Telti Opera, they were waiting to get there target alone, draw him away. Then it'd be time to go. Harlan had slicked his hair down over his face, and removed his regular sunglasses to disguise himself, and shake it up a bit, a small cap on too to hide his features a little more. Underneath though he wore his regular armour, his pistol in his pocket and his cane on the trolley he pushed, he was ready,
"Whaddya reckon the show runs late, puts our whole timeline off for the job?" he muttered out loud, staring at door b to the theatre. Their target would be out any time now, interval just about to occur.
@Xorism
The capital in contrast felt like somewhere built by those with too much money and not enough taste. Gaudy towers, walled off from the workers and the rest of the planets poor. Neon, nylon, and other nasty looking things surrounded him at every turn. It wouldn't be somewhere he'd return to, not after the job was done.
And boy was this one a doozy. Such a doozy he'd made sure to be carrying all his gear for it, for it was that kind of day.
But Vic was here, that was something. Posing as workers at the Telti Opera, they were waiting to get there target alone, draw him away. Then it'd be time to go. Harlan had slicked his hair down over his face, and removed his regular sunglasses to disguise himself, and shake it up a bit, a small cap on too to hide his features a little more. Underneath though he wore his regular armour, his pistol in his pocket and his cane on the trolley he pushed, he was ready,
"Whaddya reckon the show runs late, puts our whole timeline off for the job?" he muttered out loud, staring at door b to the theatre. Their target would be out any time now, interval just about to occur.
@Xorism
