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The streets of Coruscant were always busy, but even the Galactic Capital had to rest sometimes. Right now, one of the many entertainment districts was resting; an occasional passerby crossed the streets at random intervals, but the few individuals out at this time of night were set on their business and not keen on paying too much attention to those who shared the streets with them, be they sentient or droid.
Aphos Veln leaned against a jet-black building support column, scratching his beard stubble absentmindedly as he watched the latest holopic trailers flying over the massive glowscreens above his head. Even during the night, the city looked alive; buildings and circuits didn't need to rest. The semi-transparent glass overhang above Veln kept most of the light off of him, allowing him to casually blend into the dark - he'd attract no attention here.
As uncomfortable as he felt in his civvies, Veln wasn't too concerned. He had a Flea nearby, and the compact armour plating that lined his vital areas would stop anything short of a vibroblade to the chest - something he'd be able to avoid with the help of his concealed blaster. Thugs weren't a problem on the upper levels, but you didn't get to be the commander of the galaxy's elite without taking necessary precautions. Besides, given the figure he was about to meet, some thug with a vibroblade was the least of Veln's worries.
As if on cue, Veln's wrist-mounted interface gently chirped - a comms contact. Drawing himself further into the shadows, Veln tapped a few controls and opened a response channel.
"Yo, D. What's up?" Veln smiled as the line stayed silent, his Delta overseer trying to form a reply to the incredibly informal greeting.
"Sir, no aerial contacts." Veln shook his head and chuckled as the Delta continued. "Your contact is approaching, though. We've been tracking him for two blocks - he's defused, no escorts and no visible armament. ETA twenty-five seconds."
"Sounds good, Delta-five. Remember, you're my eyes and ears, but this isn't a life-or-death mission. Loosen up a bit, soldier! Alpha out." Veln closed the channel and rolled his sleeve back over the comm unit. The Delta, a Manir Tika, was a human male fresh out of REPUBINTEL; classic spook, always looking to see whose face he could peel back to find the Hutt hiding underneath. Brilliant at covert ops, though; the operative had placed watchdog cameras around this whole district in under an hour. Veln made a mental note to buy the Delta a drink later on.
He turned his head as a figure stepped out of an alley fifteen meters away. The Alpha squinted through the darkness, making sure that this was the contact. Satisfied, he whistled sharply, then stepped back into the alleyway as the contact started walking towards Veln.
Aphos Veln leaned against a jet-black building support column, scratching his beard stubble absentmindedly as he watched the latest holopic trailers flying over the massive glowscreens above his head. Even during the night, the city looked alive; buildings and circuits didn't need to rest. The semi-transparent glass overhang above Veln kept most of the light off of him, allowing him to casually blend into the dark - he'd attract no attention here.
As uncomfortable as he felt in his civvies, Veln wasn't too concerned. He had a Flea nearby, and the compact armour plating that lined his vital areas would stop anything short of a vibroblade to the chest - something he'd be able to avoid with the help of his concealed blaster. Thugs weren't a problem on the upper levels, but you didn't get to be the commander of the galaxy's elite without taking necessary precautions. Besides, given the figure he was about to meet, some thug with a vibroblade was the least of Veln's worries.
As if on cue, Veln's wrist-mounted interface gently chirped - a comms contact. Drawing himself further into the shadows, Veln tapped a few controls and opened a response channel.
"Yo, D. What's up?" Veln smiled as the line stayed silent, his Delta overseer trying to form a reply to the incredibly informal greeting.
"Sir, no aerial contacts." Veln shook his head and chuckled as the Delta continued. "Your contact is approaching, though. We've been tracking him for two blocks - he's defused, no escorts and no visible armament. ETA twenty-five seconds."
"Sounds good, Delta-five. Remember, you're my eyes and ears, but this isn't a life-or-death mission. Loosen up a bit, soldier! Alpha out." Veln closed the channel and rolled his sleeve back over the comm unit. The Delta, a Manir Tika, was a human male fresh out of REPUBINTEL; classic spook, always looking to see whose face he could peel back to find the Hutt hiding underneath. Brilliant at covert ops, though; the operative had placed watchdog cameras around this whole district in under an hour. Veln made a mental note to buy the Delta a drink later on.
He turned his head as a figure stepped out of an alley fifteen meters away. The Alpha squinted through the darkness, making sure that this was the contact. Satisfied, he whistled sharply, then stepped back into the alleyway as the contact started walking towards Veln.