It started with a drink.
No, not that kind. It was only 5 in the afternoon and Cerri wasn't that bad. There was plenty of time after work to hit up a bar and get completely blasted. No, this drink was, unfortunately, just a caf. Getting late on, perk herself up after keeping her peepers on the great unwashed of Coruscant's lower levels, seemed to make sense. Clutching onto the little container for dear life, she leaned against the wall and allowed the crappy caf to wash over her, hoping to drag a little more energy out of herself.
That was when she saw it.
It was pretty ballsy to do it openly like that, though there was a decent amount of people out there. Two people had just walked by each other, passing something. She hadn't seen exactly, but it looked very much like a small package. One of them walked off, a Rodian, while the human he'd handed it to grinned slightly. Mighty suspicious. Without much in the way of concrete orders, Cerri decided she could spare some time for a tail. Tossing the half-empty cup into a recycler, she set off through the crowds.
It wasn't too hard to follow. The human was either too stupid or too confident to think about anyone tailing him through the streets. Cerri followed through the ways, blending in with crowds. He started cutting through smaller, seedier alleys. Cerri kept her distance, making sure her blaster was in quick-draw reach. Never knew when it'd come in handy. Soon enough, the human stopped by an apartment block, near one of the pillars that were dotted around the level. Making a note of the features, she peeked inside the building, intending to follow. The presence of three surly looking men, blasters on their hips, ended that thought.
Crap. A suspicious package, a hand-off and now a guarded building? Three strikes. Organized crime for sure. Round the corner from the front, Cerri pulled out her comlink, posting her message to local law enforcement and Ranger frequencies.
"This is Ranger Kyles, I've tracked a suspcious handoff package to Megabuilding 114-B, Level 914, Coruscant. 3 armed men visible, suspected others inside. Suspected organized crime link. Requesting support."
With that sent, she took a breath and drew out her blaster, ready. With or without support, she'd be going in. Not a chance she was letting this lead go.
No, not that kind. It was only 5 in the afternoon and Cerri wasn't that bad. There was plenty of time after work to hit up a bar and get completely blasted. No, this drink was, unfortunately, just a caf. Getting late on, perk herself up after keeping her peepers on the great unwashed of Coruscant's lower levels, seemed to make sense. Clutching onto the little container for dear life, she leaned against the wall and allowed the crappy caf to wash over her, hoping to drag a little more energy out of herself.
That was when she saw it.
It was pretty ballsy to do it openly like that, though there was a decent amount of people out there. Two people had just walked by each other, passing something. She hadn't seen exactly, but it looked very much like a small package. One of them walked off, a Rodian, while the human he'd handed it to grinned slightly. Mighty suspicious. Without much in the way of concrete orders, Cerri decided she could spare some time for a tail. Tossing the half-empty cup into a recycler, she set off through the crowds.
It wasn't too hard to follow. The human was either too stupid or too confident to think about anyone tailing him through the streets. Cerri followed through the ways, blending in with crowds. He started cutting through smaller, seedier alleys. Cerri kept her distance, making sure her blaster was in quick-draw reach. Never knew when it'd come in handy. Soon enough, the human stopped by an apartment block, near one of the pillars that were dotted around the level. Making a note of the features, she peeked inside the building, intending to follow. The presence of three surly looking men, blasters on their hips, ended that thought.
Crap. A suspicious package, a hand-off and now a guarded building? Three strikes. Organized crime for sure. Round the corner from the front, Cerri pulled out her comlink, posting her message to local law enforcement and Ranger frequencies.
"This is Ranger Kyles, I've tracked a suspcious handoff package to Megabuilding 114-B, Level 914, Coruscant. 3 armed men visible, suspected others inside. Suspected organized crime link. Requesting support."
With that sent, she took a breath and drew out her blaster, ready. With or without support, she'd be going in. Not a chance she was letting this lead go.