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Socorro/Drunk Dug cantina
13:22 local time
If there was one place that Arden both hated and loved equally, it was Socorro. It was sketchy, it was risky and it was a safe haven for anyone who were in some kind of trouble with one form of law or the other. But for some people, it was also a great place to get neck-deep in trouble.
Arden was after one such man. Wanted by a Hutt and hard to catch. Naturally, that would require someone with skill. Arden was flattered. His ship touched down and he slid out of the pilot's seat. He waltzed over to his bunk and opened his locker. He threw on his leather jacket and holstered his twin WESTAR-34's. He checked himself once more to make sure his other effects were in place along with his vambraces, then he turned to leave the ship.
As he walked through the streets he got a few sidelong glances, but the onlookers merely shrugged and went about their business. He was looking for a specific place, though it wasn't hard to find. He opened the door and took a look around, tugging his jacket closed a little more to cover his weapons. Some patrons looked at him but aside from that nobody bothered. He walked in and calmly made his way towards the bar counter.
He sat down on a stool and rested an arm on the counter, his T-visor moving slowly as he kept his senses open for any surprises...as well as waiting for his target to come to him.
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