Lighthouse
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Visiting Fondor always felt odd. A bizarre mashing of rolling dunes and sands against skyscrapers and industrial factories. Their industrial progress had been outstanding and the air showed it with smog providing a yellowish hue against the sky. Whenever Petros. visited it he had to bring along eye drops because his tropical homeworld was so much wetter it was comparable to swimming.
The nights on Fondor were more pleasant and much more so in Oridin City. The dense population of Fondor City matched by it's shipyards made the place a maze, and for Elias Kourakos, all the better to wander cloaked in anonymity. This trip was nothing to note. His Rim Dancer stowed among the countless other ships where one either went unnoticed at best or with a bribed guard at worst. There was always a crack to fall through in Fondor City.
Elias found himself here at dusk and not by accident, the nights were a pleasure with cool breezes wafting through the ship frames like colossal skeletons and created a pleasant whistling. The swarthy man strode down a modestly busy street. It wasn't one of the main avenues but with a shift change at the docks there were quite a few souls wandering. The hunter weaved through them clad in worn CZ-34's keeping the helmet on to enjoy the climate control a bit longer.
He stopped outside a laundromat and with a brief scan of the street around him entered. It was a nondescript joint. One of those places that literally says 'credit wash' on the window where people somberly go through their mundane act.
He walked past a few machines and people that looked to be half asleep. The floor riddled with garbage, disposable food bags, cups, even forgotten socks. At the back was a completely normal looking Fondorian human waiting, no hair and a disinterested look but exactly what Elias was looking for.
"Does it ever rain here?"The Fondorian smirked almost imperceptively, and retorted, "Yeah but only at noon."
The two communicated in code discussing a package drop before Elias felt satisfied and left the laundromat and with a few taps on an already dust covered PDA, he completed this delivery ensuring some borderline weapongrade stims and sedatives to give the dock workers that helping hand to work longer and sleep harder. He had a pleasant evening planned with lounging on the Terrace of the Loose Rivet and maybe a hookah if they'd allow him.