Instead they'd been moved around. A job for the Black Sun was now a job for the Crimson Dawn, and that meant Preef had the privilege of leading them into to meet this 'fixer'. Whatever the job was going to be exactly, the secrecy of this whole event was noticeable,
"I hope you know who we're looking for..." Marissa uttered to her ally as she looked over the dark facade of the building infront of her "because it doesn't look like anyone's home" peering in the windows, no light was on, and no sound came from there. But if the Crimson Dawn had a signalling system she wasn't privy to it. Even though the world wasn't to her liking, she had to admit it was good to be back out once more. The instability between work sometimes grated, how could one pursue plans when at any moment a call could see you sent halfway across the galaxy after something you had no idea about. At least they had their feet on solid ground this time, their little excursion into Deep Space had put her off flying for a little while longer. Not that she'd been idle, Nar Shaddaa had a surprising collection of art if you visited the right Crime Lords, too few having the taste to appreciate it though. Indeed, she had managed to secure a viewing of Velasco's Portrait of Jedi Master Innocenti, but its current owner Morto the Hutt could scarcely string together a worthwhile sentence about it. More credits than taste.
No chance of seeing anything like that here, or so she thought. And so brought her mind back from reminiscing and onto the task at hand. As partners this was their first outing, and therefore something not to slip up on, as both their names could be sent down otherwise.
@Ecclessey