Straight to the Dealer

[Levi Solus]

27 km outside the Holy City

Jedha
1340 local time​

A full day had passed since they had found the little slip of paper with coordinates on it, and Levi and Terria were currently on their way to the spot they believed to be the safehouse of the Dar'manda terrorists. Driving a rusty, rickety speeder through the deserts of Jedha, Levi was grateful for the wind that beat against his face. The desert heat was oppressive outside the Holy City, with nothing standing between it and any poor soul dumb enough to wander out into the open. He was dressed for travel, a cream robe covering him, the hood pulled up both to keep sand out of his eyes but also hide his identity.

They'd had a bit of trouble procuring speeders after the stunt he pulled yesterday, but they had ultimately succeeded. Levi wasn't thinking of anything specific as they rode, just focusing on the wasteland ahead, straining his eyes to scan for anything in the distance. It had been some time since they'd started their journey, so he knew they'd arrive soon. Then again, he wasn't sure what to expect.

A small structure came into view, followed by another and then yet another. It seemed to be a small hub, though that just meant the terrorists had a larger base than previously assumed. Parking the speeder behind a rock, Levi hopped off, keeping his cloak on. As he walked up to the main entrance of the building, he glanced around, only to find a distinct lack of seals or symbols that would indicate this was the safehouse of a gang. After sharing a confused look with Terria, he silently walked in, only to find himself in a cantina.

"I don't think the coordinates were to their base," he mumbled to the woman under his breath. "The plot thickens."

@Panda