These days every moment of Andruil's time seemed to be spoken for. This time, it was a crime lord from the Syndicates. No, not a crime lord, but Preef Callo. Renfry was from a backwater world and kept no pulse on crime, but even she had heard of the gunslinger Preef Callo, albeit mostly from the holocomics that Emryc had collected. It had certainly caught her attention.
The proposed meeting was at a penthouse that was within Sith territory, which made it an agreeable location for both individuals. Sheehan and one of her other guards were in tow, but they would wait outside as she went inside.
In truth, she wasn't fully sure what to expect from this meeting. She had turned some of her interest to the Syndicates and its potential advantages, but those were yet to be explored. She had done her best to read up on what they were doing, but all of her contacts she had made within the Syndicates were no longer active. It meant she was walking into this more blind than she would have liked. But she would make due, and perhaps with a bit of luck and a nudge from the Shadow, everyone would come out the better for this meeting. Perhaps.
The proposed meeting was at a penthouse that was within Sith territory, which made it an agreeable location for both individuals. Sheehan and one of her other guards were in tow, but they would wait outside as she went inside.
In truth, she wasn't fully sure what to expect from this meeting. She had turned some of her interest to the Syndicates and its potential advantages, but those were yet to be explored. She had done her best to read up on what they were doing, but all of her contacts she had made within the Syndicates were no longer active. It meant she was walking into this more blind than she would have liked. But she would make due, and perhaps with a bit of luck and a nudge from the Shadow, everyone would come out the better for this meeting. Perhaps.