jediduncan
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Sulferous fumes poured through Mandalore's filtration system, creating an abhorently noxious smell in his helmet. Sneering his nose in displeasure, the great warrior put it out of his mind and continued to focus on the task at hand. He was here to settle some business with the Hutts. That was all that mattered.
The pipes rattled overhead in the dank and dirty underground complex where Mandalore was currently situated. This was the meeting place for his contact, chosen for its lack of cameras and abundance of secrecy. Aryas could certainly understand why. The overwhelming smell, the pounding, unceasing thumping, and the flickering lights above him all made his experience in the basement excrutiating.
Taking a deep breath, Mandalore checked his chronometer. It was five minutes past the predetermined time, and his patience was wearing thin. If nothing happened soon, someone would have hell to pay.
The pipes rattled overhead in the dank and dirty underground complex where Mandalore was currently situated. This was the meeting place for his contact, chosen for its lack of cameras and abundance of secrecy. Aryas could certainly understand why. The overwhelming smell, the pounding, unceasing thumping, and the flickering lights above him all made his experience in the basement excrutiating.
Taking a deep breath, Mandalore checked his chronometer. It was five minutes past the predetermined time, and his patience was wearing thin. If nothing happened soon, someone would have hell to pay.