El's stomach growled. When was the last time he had eaten? It must of been the meal before he had been released from jail. He had been too busy to even think about it. He had been betrayed by his gang. The idiots couldn't see that the job would have set them all up but they had stabbed him in the back, leaving him to be captured. They would get what was coming to them soon enough but first he needed some credits to get back on his feet.
The young criminal was broke, powerless, and just about at the end of his rope but he still had a contact or two with the Syndicates, one had led him to the warehouse district on Corellia. His red eyes darted around looking for his contact. He had got his hands on an hold, worn out looking blaster and kept a hand close to it as he waited. He wasn't going back to prison, he wouldn't do it. He hoped it would fire when it came down to it.
He forcibly willed his hand to stop shaking as he reached for a cigarette. He leaned against a wall where he had been told his contact would be meeting, hopefully with a job or at least some kriffing food he could steal off of him.
El frowned as his stomach growled again.
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