Eriadu City, Eriadu
Jaron had never been to Eriadu before. The city was bustling with tourists and a rich nightlife of neon, music, and the unmistakeable cacaphony of sounds that made up the lyrical theme song of casinos everywhere. It reminded him of Canto Bight, where he had done a few missions, but vastly different.
The meeting was set to take place in one of the casinos in the city, the Bouncing Bantha. It was a massive building with long and not very steep stairs that led up to three sets of sizeable double doors that must have been designed for rancors with a gambling problem, judging by the size of them. As soon as Jaron stepped out of the taxi, his ears were met by the unmistakeable sounds of slot machines and laughter.
The Rangers had picked him for this very specific mission because he looked nothing like other rangers; while the suit, tie and dress shirt covered most of them (excluding the ones crawling up the side of his neck), his arms were covered with prison tattoos from his days in Begamore Bay. His swarthy face and frown, his eyes, which a fellow ranger had once described as having "a bad look in them" all helped contribute to the picture of a rather unsavory indidual.
That along with his suit, and the confidence that came with the combination of prison time served and military training made him a perfect candidate to infiltrate the crime syndicate that he was now tasked with bringing down from within. He blended right in with the many criminal locals that were visiting the casino that night. He knew their type, and had seen them many times in and out of prison; small time crooks who used the setting they were in to try and make themselves look like big shots. It was all a bluff for most of them, and one with very little in the way of rewards.
Jaron walked through the doors, opened to him by the tuxedo dressed greeters, and straight into the den of corruption and entertainment. It was as glamorous as he had expected; rich men in suits, women in expensive dresses and jewelry, crap dealers in the casino's uniforms, and slot machines hitting the jackpot and spewing out credits like a puking batha. There were five bars scattered in every corner and the center of the casino floor, and servers walked around the huge hall making sure no guests were thirsty.
Jaron made a casual, though fairly swift walk through the casino floor and over to one of the many many bars scattered in the casino's main hall. He sat down on one of the stools to wait for his contact, and ordered a drink from the bith bartender. While waiting for the drink his eyes scanned the floor and noted the location of several of the surveillance cameras hidden in the ceiling. The ceiling was mirrors, which told him that there was also a one-way mirrored floor above him, over which Security could walk around and study the guests, keeping their eyes out for cheaters and troublemakers.
As he got his drink, he sipped it, and then pulled out a cigarette from a package in his suit. He placed it in the side of his mouth, and searched his pockets for his ever elusive lighter.
@Eccles