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- Oct 30, 2016
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Time: 23:00 Standard Hours
Location: City Outskirts
Location: City Outskirts
The night was a cold out on the edge of the city's limits, though that hadn't seemed to deter any of the gangs and their representative bikers. Trinidia had her trench coat pulled tight around herself with the collar popped up to keep the wind off of her neck and cheeks. She took one last long drag of her cigarra, filling her lungs with the warmth of the smoke. With not much more left of her cigarra she dropped it to the ground before stomping it out under her metal foot.
She walked across the crowded street, the light metal clang of her prosthetic legs heavily masked under the sounds of people work on their prized speeders. It was truly surprising that this large of a crowd, with possibly very high level targets, could get away with doing something like this without local law enforcement showing up. Then again, said high level targets had probably paid off the cops to make sure no one unwanted showed up until after the race was finished. Typical… It amazed the former cop at just how much corruption you could easily find when you were on the outside.
There were definitely eyes on Trinidia. She knew she looked out of place here, and maybe even one or two of these scoundrels recognized her. But they could go kriff themselves for all she cared. The one pair of eyes she cared about was her targets and thankfully they hadn't seen her, or at least recognize who she was.
Finally she found the biker she was looking for, not her target but an apparent rebel who had a knack speeder racing. The perfect person for the job she needed help with.
"Hey. Heard you're a pretty decent racer," she said pulling the packed of cigarras out of her pocket. "I've got a easy job for you if you're interested."
@Herrith