Ask Plot Corellia I Need a Fix

[Marissa Hesse]

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The rugged exterior of the refinery was matched by the sounds that bounced off the metal walls all around her. A shout, a scream, the revving of engines, no matter where they seemed to come from they sounded distant, everything an age away and not your kriffing business. How welcoming Corellia was. One day she'd have to put her foot down and only start accepting missions that were located on pleasure planets, wheeling and dealing over gunning and fighting. But this had not been the day, and as much as she was angling for the higher ups to take a look at her record, it hadn't happened just yet.

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

 

[Preef Callo]

Just like his partner, Preef was looking through the window into a dark seemingly abandoned space and was left to wonder whether or not they had the address wrong. The rodian looked around, no pedestrians and no speeder for almost 100 meters, but that wouldn't last. "let's just get inside," before someone got the idea they were up to no good offworlders. If this was Shaddaa they would most likely both get recognized within twenty steps after setting foot on solid ground. Preef Callo and Marissa Hesse. There were no other scoundrels in either of the Five Syndicates that matched their skill and reputation of getting things done. This wasn't syndicate territory, though, and it was far from their usual stomping grounds on the Outer Rim. CorSec wasn't known to be kind to syndicates scoundrels and Preef was not eager to find out what their disposition was towards two people with a high kill-count of operatives of the Free World Alliance.

The rodian gunslinger pressed a button on the door console and the door slid open and as he stepped in his right handed automatically rested on the grip of his heavy blaster pistol. Something didn't feel right. "See if you can find a light switch or something," he told Marissa as he ventured deeper into the furnished darkness. It wasn't normal for Rico, a human lieutenant of the Crimson Dawn, to give away assignments anywhere else that in the comforts of spice dens or a rowdy cantina. This was so out of character that Preef's frog-like skin turned moist.

Then he kicked something and it gave way ever so slightly. It was soft and when Preef knelt beside it for a closer look he realized it was also.. clothed. Jumping up and taking his blaster from its holster he turned towards the still open door, "The lights, now!"

@Nightfall

 

[Marissa Hesse]

“Yes, of course” her voice shook slightly as she replied, this whole thing was confusing her already. Unless Rico has wanted to play some ridiculous surprise on them this was not normal. And searching about the walls of an unfamiliar place in the dark scarcely made her feel more at ease. Not that her mind ran off into hypotheticals just yet, she kept it firmly planted on finding the thing as soon as she could. But as soon as Preef called out, she could sense the distress, and her own alarms went off as she rapidly touched everything she could, her feet knocking into obstacles on the floor she couldn’t identify, nearly falling over onto the very lever she meant to find with a gasp.

Grabbing it firmly she threw it up, and with it the lights across the building flickered on one by one, revealing a scene neither one of them had been prepared for.

Across the floor of the building lay a mass of corpses, blaster shots criss-crossing their figures strewn across the ground. From the look of them most were armed and armoured, though another set were clearly not. Some scantily clad, another seemed in some sort of formal wear. It was all a mess, and the rest of the place, which was clearly a safe house behind the refinery front, was hardly in one piece anymore. Everything was shot through and in tatters, but exactly what had gone down. Well, no matter the answer it wouldn’t be pretty,

“What do you think happened?” She said quietly, kneeling down by some of the unarmoured bodies, trying to get a better look,

“Do you recognise Rico amongst them?” It was a morbid question but it was worth asking, because part of her did not want to stick around this place much longer.

@Ecclessey

 

[Preef Callo]

The moment the lights turned on Preef's worst fears came true. He had been touching the blasted corpse of one of Rico's men and barely two feet away lay the body of an innocent dancer. The scene betrayed something terrible had played out and Preef wasn't confident about Rico's survival. There was something that created some order in the chaos, however, and that was the tight grouped scorch marks on the victims. "They were clearly outblasted-" the rodian began as he made his way to the bar, "-by more skilled shooters." That wasn't something that happened often.. well, unless you count in law enforcement, but they wouldn't leave a scene behind like this.

There wasn't a sign of Rico so far, but the dead were definitely part of his crew. "No local gang can pull off a hit like this." He made it to behind the bar and stepped over the dead bartender so he could reach for the bottle of Corellian whiskey. He didn't have to say it, but this much collateral damage usually ruled out law enforcement. Black Sun would be capable, ofcourse, they were the best brawlers and button men in the galaxy. None of the others had the guts and the Pykes hadn't recovered enough to start enacting payback anyway.

Filling two glasses, Preef motioned for Marissa to come over to the bar and shoved the glass across from it. His blaster pistol lay besides his own glass, between that and the bottle. "You think Xar," he started but then bit his tongue, "-no, nevermind. Let's go find Rico, maybe the job's on a datachip that whoever did this didn't swipe."

It was a far-fetched suggestion, but as Preef emptied his glass he figured it'd be better searching for needle in a haystack than him accusing Marissa's outfit on planning a coup. "Knowing Rico," he continued, not quite letting Marissa come in between before picking up his blaster again, "He'd have been in the back room."


@Nightfall

 

[Marissa Hesse]

Sittinf back up with a sigh, Marissa joined Preef at the bar. There wasn’t much they could do for those people at this point, and informing anyone about them was sure to bring law enforcement if they caught wind of who those bodies actually belonged to. Foe now they’d have to lay there, and part of her expected that they might do for some time,

“Typically yes, and I doubt they’d want to draw the ire of the Crimson Dawn anyhow by attempting it” she agreed about the local gangs. From all she could read in the bloodshed it was a massacre alright, one with a point, but she wasn’t one who recognised a weapon, or knew what each group was equipped with, so she’s take his assessment as gospel. It was a starting point either way. So when he suggested the back room, that was good enough for her for now, whatever else he’d said she let slip by for now, and instead took her glass in her hand as she worked her way to the back of the building.

The whole place had been outfitted out to disguise its industrial base, though it couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a now fortified factory. Back behind a small stage there was a stairs up to what might have once been a fireman’s office. Though the windows were covered in plasteel, and the door featured a hefty looking lock. And so far Preef’s story seemed to check out, the room was shut up tight, electronic lock sealed completely,

“Well, either we look for a code, we blast it” her mind turned around for options until she glanced up, looking back to her rodian partner,

“Or you heave me up onto that roof and I shimmy in that way” it wasn’t glamorous, but when were their plans ever so? Still, this was the closest they’d come to being detectives, so at least the novelty was keeping them going.

@Ecclessey

 

[Preef Callo]

Preef followed Marissa across the stage and up the stairs to a sturdy-looking door. The thought about the Black Sun stabbing a Crimson Dawn fixer in the back was still lingering, but he had too much faith in his partner to think she'd be party to it and thus he did his best to expel any suspicions from his mind. "Well, let's try this first," the rodian smiled and simply knocked on the door. "Rico? You there?"

Deafening silence

"Well," Preef shrugged and followed Marissa's eyes to the ceiling, "Let's take the third option." They probably didn't have the time to look for code on any of the dead, especially since it could also be on datachips and pads and that'd take ages. Blasting it could make too much noise and it wasn't easy talking yourself out of being the only two criminals alive in a shot up gang hideout.

It wasn't hard to give Marissa the lift she needed to reach the ceiling and subsequently the roof, but there was no way Preef could follow her up and that meant the rodian was left behind looking at the destruction below. "Kriff, what did we get ourselves into?" he asked himself, since Marissa was out of earshot, just as a speeder truck came to a halt outside.




@Nightfall

 

[Marissa Hesse]

Dropping down into the office, Marissa had to adjust to the sudden darkness in here, the light from outside only just filtering through the dust encrusted windows. But as she blinked she came to it, and saw in the room about her a scarcely used office space. The computer on the desk blinked wildly, and as she came over to look closer she read the flashing text on its screen:

failure
no memory detected...
restore to access...
failure.

Marissa darted her head down, the case beneath looked like it had been stripped, though it wasn’t the only thing beneath. A smaller beacon was attached to the rear, it’s own light disguised by the computer. On its readout was location data, though she didn’t have time to take it in right now. She didn’t need the exact answer to know that there would be some answer at that location. And it was better than what they had now. If it had been left for them or another though, that she couldn’t know. It would be a tip or a trap, and well, at least presumably Preef would be with her when they found out,

“Well, it’s not Rico, but I’ve got something!” she called “not sure where he went though” if there was a door in here to the outside it was hidden well. Unlocking the main door, beacon in hand, she came to find Preef. Though whether they’d be able to leave so easily was another question.

@Ecclessey

 

[Preef Callo]

The doors to the speeder opened and four humans exited, all carrying heavy blaster pistols and dashing inside with tactical precision. Preef ducked down and grabbed his own pistol a little tighter, "Kriff," there was no way he could warn Marissa without also betraying his presence.

Meanwhile the four humans moved through the cantina as if both the destruction and the dead were familiar obstacles to them. Apparently they had expected their targets to be in the main area either looting or crying over the many dead, but when neither was the case the four of them looked around sheepishly for a moment. "Where are they?" one of them asked, prompting another to throw violent hand signals to shut him up. "They were spotted entering, but not leaving, so-"

At this moment Marissa opened the door into the office and alerted all four humans, "-there!" We need them alive." In the single second that it took the obviously experienced operators to switch their pistols to their respective stun settings, Preef emerged from his cover and aimed his own blaster at the last human to have spoken.

The bolt from Preef's blaster struck the human in his chest, burning armor and knocking him to the ground before anyone could react. The surprise and time it took for them to see their leader fall and shift their attention to Preef was enough for the rodian to pull the trigger twice more in an attempt to give Marissa enough time to duck for cover.

As his two shots went wide, Preef vaulted over the railing and dropped on the stage while all around him bolts of plasma shrieked by and burned their way into the durasteel and concrete behind him.

@Nightfall

 

[Marissa Hesse]

The wave of shock that hit Marissa as the voices came over and the blaster bolts started flying didn't last long. The whole kriffing building thus far had felt like a set up since they'd got here, or at least something that was being watched, only now it was them two who had been spotted.

That meant that when Preef fired off his rounds, scoring a skin rending hit, she threw herself back behind the office wall and into cover. While it wasn't much, it was up high, and gave her a bit of a vantage point on the factory floor as she pulled her holdout blaster from her hip. Peering round the corner she saw the four scatter. It wasn't out of fear though, it looked well drilled and rehearsed, like a team that worked together regularly.

One could say that Marissa and Preef were such a team, though their style typically appeared a whole lot scrappier. Not something to reflect upon now though, as orders were barked between the humans,

"Cover, there's a second!" a deep voice that echoed like a felled tree. Peering around the doorway, she watched as one dived over the small bar on the places left. She couldn't spot the other two yet but there wasn't time, she had to use the moment she had and rattled off a trio of rounds. Two scattered wide, the blaster not built for this sort of range, blasting bottles of brandy on the bar shelves and spraying glass and alcohol across its length.

But her last one hit true, burning through the mans arm and throwing him off mid slide, slamming his head into the floor beneath.

@Ecclessey

 

[Preef Callo]

Suddenly dashing forward, Preef only narrowly managed to avoid incoming fire as he refused to get into cover. It wasn't like him, to spur onward like this, but when he jumped over the bar seconds after Marissa's shots had hit the bottles behind it, it sure came as one heck of a surprise to their wannabe assassins.

"What the heck!" the human cried as he tried to angle his pistol towards the rodian and prematurely pressed the trigger, sending a bolt cascading over the alcohol covered floor. The alcohol immediately set the floor aflame and spread to the assassin (who was covered in alcohol and broken glass) and singed Preef, who instead of firing his own blaster now quickly began crawling away from the liquids.

The human's eyes bulged in shocking realization as the fire settled in his clothes, "AAAAH!" he screeched and pushed himself up against the bar, the flame now setting fire to his hair, "Put it out! Put it out!" He tried to climb back over the bar to his two mates, but his brain was in a straight panic and as he began frantically waving his arms or wiping the fire from his face it only got worse. All Preef could do, really, was watch in shock as the human burned alive, his skin searing and his eyes burning out of his skull as he lost consciousness and fell like a ragdoll half on top of the bar.


@Nightfall

 

[Marissa Hesse]

The screaming of the burning man drew every eye in the place, Marissa’s included. There was hardly a way to look anywhere else, it was so brutal, so long, so painful, even his allies could not look away. For a moment after the body fell there was silence, except the creaking of the warehouse roof and the crackling of the fire still burning.

It did not last long.

Marissa’s eyes darted back to the humans who hunted them, in their stunned silence she only snapped back to the world as she glanced at Preef. They were still the ones under attack here.

With a pair of blasts bolts tore into a pair of the men still standing agog, knocking them to the floor and dropping them dead, her raised position giving her a clean shot. There wasn’t enough time to hit the last one though, who shouted at the deaths of his allies,

“Kriffers!” He blasted from his lungs as his rifle fired off round after round across the warehouse in anger.

They were in the lead, they were pushing, and after this ambush was done they could work out what the hell was going. And who was shooting at them.

@Ecclessey

 

[Preef Callo]

Marissa probably just saved his life. Preef was still crawling backwards, away from the fire, when he found himself right in the open. The only one that saw him was quickly gunned down by Marissa.. that's a partner you can depend on! Trying to get a grip on the situation, Preef rose to a crouch and moved to the nearest cubicle as he cursed himself for ever doubting Marissa and thinking the Black Sun did this.

Suddenly the remaining attacker started blasting uncontrollably and Preef ducked further into cover. "Who send you!?" the rodian shouted back over the hail of blasterfire, but to no avail. It was only a matter of time before the rifle would overheat and sure enough, twenty seconds in, the interval between shots increased and the human began to sob.

This was the moment for Preef to act and he emerged from cover and dashed for the human. The man was geared like a professional mercenary with both his armor and blasters being top notch, but everyone had a breaking point and apparently he crossed his today by miles. All Preef saw before he tackled him was an utter look of resignation.

"Marissa! Check their transport!" the rodian shouted as he disarmed the human and punched him in the eye for good measure before restraining him.

By the time Marissa returned, Preef would have holstered his blaster and stand over him as serious as a heart attack. "Did you do all this?" he asked, pointing towards the dead civilians behind him and to his surprise the human shook his head. "It was-" he sniffed, "-another team."

"Who?" the rodian barked, visibly upset and still a bit in shock over someone burning alive right in front of him.

"CorSec"

@Nightfall

 

[Marissa Hesse]

CorSec.

Well, that made things a whole lot more interesting. As she made her way back from the transport she caught just the end of Preef's conversation with the last man standing,

"He's telling the truth, the vehicle is CorSec too, got equipment and listening tech in there that, well, let's say it'd be unlikely for a smaller operation to have access to" She added to Preef, confirming the mans words. When she had approached the transport she did so gun raised, making sure to check her corners just in case there were any left behind to watch the damn thing. But it seemed this whole thing had been a small op, just a clean up detail for stragglers or returning members, what she and Preef had been mistaken for when they opened the place up it looked like.

What equipment was left was tagged CorSec, and she'd suddenly realised the danger the pair of them were getting themselves into here if the feds the local teams were already on the trail of their contact. Hopefully they hadn't already known they were coming, but at this point she couldn't be sure. That's why when she came back she'd brought a pair of the weapons from the back of the speeder, blaster rifles, and in good condition. Whatever this was turning into, she didn't think her little holdout blaster was exactly going to cut it,

"What's gotten you lot worked up then?" she crouched down next to the man and lent in close, trying to keep the man on edge, though the shootout had probably already done enough.

@Ecclessey

 

[Preef Callo]

Their captive didn't waste any time, "Rico had intel on the whereabouts of a-" he hesitated as he weighed the price of loyalty with the chance of them actually killing him, but it took a mere sideways glance at the burned body of his friend to know it was very likely they'd just put a bolt in his head if he didn't stay useful. "-a Czerka briefcase. Corsec wants it."

Preef looked at Marissa, "Find any leads in the office?"

Afraid his usefulness was already at an end, the corsec operative started stuttering as he tried to think of a new angle. "There's a team going after Rico, he-" he looked at all the dead bodies in the bar, realizing not for the first time that most of them were innocent civilians. "-escaped." The only way Rico would be able to evade the corporations was by going down into the gang-invested sewers and it didn't take a Corellian local to know it. If Rico survived, Marissa and Preef would find him down there and they'd move a whole lot quicker than any Corsec hitsquad would.

Preef had followed the human's glance towards the many dead scattered across the floor and was determined about his next action as he aimed his blaster at the man's chest and fired once. "Rico's probably in the sewers." That'd be their next step if whatever Marissa swiped from the office didn't already give them the location of their briefcase..

@Nightfall

 

[Marissa Hesse]

When the CorSec captive let out that they were looking for a Czerka briefcase things seemed to click together with what she saw in the office. If Rico was running away it made less sense he'd leave the cases' tracker, but it made sense if he wanted to get found and pass the thing off before it killed him. That she could understand.

The man stammered out the last of his info, Marissa spoke up,

"Just this" she pulled out the tracker from the office, beeping awkwardly away "if I had to hazard a guess, Rico left this behind, intentionally or unintentionally, I guess they missed it when they gave chase" bringing up the location she tried to read it. She was unfamiliar with Corellian geography but she could tell one thing, it was pointing down, and that...

"Seems to mean your right, sewers, this should keep us pointed in the right direction. Perhaps we can use the speeder radio to contact the other team, send them off on the wrong trail, keep us in the lead" They started in the dark, but it seemed like they had a real chance to clamber back into the lead.

"I can try and pick up that signal, just need to decide" she knelt down once more next to their prisoner "what do we do with you?"

@Ecclessey

 

[Preef Callo]

Preef frowned, "He's dead. Just let him lie there."

With that the rodian took one of the rifles and went outside to the speeder van. It looked like your typical surveillance van with state of the art equipment you only see with corporations and we all knew CorSec wasn't just a law enforcement agency. Too many credits going around in Corellia politics to keep that a fair game for the downtrodden. That never sat right with Preef, but there also wasn't one kriffing thing he could do to change that.

Stepping into the back of the van, Preef sought and then found the radio. "All teams, come in."

"Finally! We just massacred the gang underneath Section Four. No sign of Rico. Did his office tell you anything?"

Kriff, Section Four was adjacent to their current sector. It had made sense Rico would've gone into hiding with them first, but since there wasn't a trace of him there, Preef was kinda at a loss as well. "Yeah-" Preef replied, slightly hesitant and in clear violation of any sort of operational radio protocols, "-looks like he bought a ticket on the passengerliner to Coruscant."

It was silent on the other line for a bit, giving Preef some time to look around in the van and finding absolutely nothing he knew how to use or read. Finally the line opened again, "Stay there. We'll go to the spaceport together." Startled by this message, Preef jumped out of the speeder and motioned for Marissa to run. "They're on their way! We better not be-" he then spotted a gear-rig in the van that includes two frag grenades, "-oh hey that's useful." Taking them both he moved a safe distance away from the van and threw both of the through the open doors in the back before running further into the urban district.

Three seconds later and the van exploded and a thick dark cloud of smoke emerged, signalling everyone in a thirty miles radius. It was Preef's hope that there'd be some Sector Rangers or anyone in power that wasn't corrupt that would see the massacre and recognize CorSec's involvement.


@Nightfall

 

[Marissa Hesse]

Well that'd certainly gather, and keep, some attention now wouldn't it?

She had to hand it to Preef though, no one would be on their trail after that and the radio call. She didn't hide the smirk on her face as she watched it all play out, it was a good reminder of why they worked well as a team. Kriff, if it weren't for the Syndicate hovering above them all the time they might be able to pull off a whole lot more. It was just a thought though, one she'd have to store away for another day. For now they had to get a move on and find Rico, before something, someone, killed him,

"Well if I were anyone suspicious about this whole thing, they're not going to be able to look anywhere else" she said candidly as she watched the burning speeder, "Let's keep their eyes off us though, sewers" throwing her head back to the side of the warehouse. While Preef made the call she'd taken a look for a grating into the sewers, finding one out in the back. It was half a kilometre from their location now if she was reading the scanner right. And dropping down below, Marissa and Preef had been in some bad scenarios, but this was undoubtedly the most repulsive. The smell made her barely want to breathe, and keeping out of the water meant clinging to the edge of the walls. Corellia was a giant, cramped, broken world for a lot of it, and here its refuse was tossed and shunted to, it was never going to be comfortable,

"Well, no one is going to have wanted to follow him down here" Marissa commented, she barely wanted to herself.

Still, they made progress down there, following the beeps of the tracker they closed in on what was presumably Rico's position. Another corner, and hopefully they'd find the frightened scoundrel hiding away.

@Ecclessey

 

[Preef Callo]

As a rodian, Preef didn't really have a problem with the sewers and felt rather good in the knowledge that he just saddled CorSec with a devastating PR nightmare. He could already see the headlines "CorSec slaughters innocents at bar" only to realize that in today's galaxy it would more likely be "Valiant CorSec officers slain by maniacal criminal elements in massacre at bar"... Kriff, guess they couldn't go back and give it another spin? Kark.

He wondered what Marissa thought, her being the clever one, but he also didn't really dare asking her if his assertiveness brought them any good. Maybe he really should stick to blasting people and guarding the human mastermind.

It took about twenty minutes of wandering the sewers, but then the beeps started getting louder and the interval shortened by so much it was almost non-existent and it was obvious that whatever they were tracking it was very close. Thing was, when Preef looked around it was just sewer pipe. There was no Rico cowering about, no datapad or other kind of terminal laying in the watered down feces and more importantly no visible door. "Rico?" the rodian tried, shrugging to Marissa with a 'can't hurt' look on his face. Maybe he didn't really go into the sewers and he was on surface level above them. They'd be in a really kriffing bad mood if that was the case..

"It's Preef"

Slowly a square in the sewer's wall, big enough to fit a regular-sized humanoid, retracted and illuminated both Marissa and Preef in artificial light. "Preef Callo?" a voice came from the other side, "You found the tracker?" Although Preef didn't realize this, but Rico asked because he didn't think Preef was smart enough to find and then use a tracker. All Crimson Dawn fixers knew to use the rodian if you needed a dependable blaster -a great one- but definitely not said blaster needed to be smart, too.


@Nightfall

 

[Marissa Hesse]

As the wash of light hit her eyes and the voice inside piped up, Marissa blinked a couple of times before looking over to Preef, it seemed they had found their man,

"It nearly wasn't us who did" Marrisa chimed in in reply "but this little hiding hole is a good trick" she glanced around the crawlspace with one eye curious, and the other dumbstruck. It got him out of the fighting, but how long he would have been able to hold up in there was limited at best. If he expected CorSec to follow one had to wonder if he had a plan beyond hoping they missed him in the meantime. Either way, here was the man they sought, and for the time being there were no enemies on their back,

"Tell me you've got something else up your sleeve?" she said, her voice becoming more serious as she did. One positive note in what was a very bad day wasn't going to cut it, they still didn't know what this whole frakking venture was about,

"Not one that'll just beam us out of here, no" Rico looked a little shaken, but he fought hard to try and keep an aura of 'cool' around himself "Is anyone..." he trailed off before finishing the question, that facade not able to hold for something like that.

"No" Marissa answered, she wasn't entirely sure how to deliver the news but plainly. But as the bearer of bad news she looked now to Preef to step in, at least they were from the same outfit, as much as that meant anything.

@Ecclessey

 

[Preef Callo]

Rico's shoulders dropped, "When I heard the shooting I-" he shook his head, seemingly internally cursing his own cowardice, and then turned towards Preef, "Sasha? Did she?" but once again he was met with a solemn look and a shake of the head, "They left no-one alive."

Rico's hand disappeared into his pocket and returned holding a plain micro-chip. "All that for this?" It was strange, Preef had to admit, that all that death and mayhem, the destruction of not only property but entire families was warranted because of a single chip holding the location for a briefcase holding a single algorithm. "I had some junkie steal this," he explained, "Viv said it was important to her projects in the Core." He now looked the rodian straight in the eyes, "She said give this to you."

It was clear that Rico wasn't liking the violence that came with crime right now, for both he and well, everyone in the Crimson Dawn, knew Preef to be primarily a blaster. If Vivienne Donatade wanted him to have the coordinates then there'd definitely be death and destruction. Marissa was the only mitigating factor. Preef didn't care and took the chip from Rico's hand and put it into his datapad. "If you can't stomach the job, Rico-" Rico waved away the rest of the sentence...

After a few moments the rodian turned to Marissa, "You ever hijacked an armored train before?"

@Nightfall