Arik Illian
Nov 21st, 2002, 03:20:59 PM
Kuat.
He exited the ship quickly--it wasn't his, of course, and getting away from it before it was all said and done was key. He made his way to the service desk where, to his suprise, a male receptionist stood. Human. Good, no droids. Beings were much easier to deal with.
"Show me the past two days' check-ins list." He spoke rigidly and firmly.
"Sir, I'm sorry, but I can't just let you have--" The man spoke, his voice also firm.
"Now." Arik leaned in a bit, his eyes shining through his mask to further empasize his point.
"Sir. I cannot hand over the--" The guard stopped as his eyes met the barrel of a blaster pistol which was shoved firmly into his face.
"The records." The receptionist quickly handed over a datapad to him. He read down the list of names: Paralyzer, Venom, Arch-Angel, The Flying Dutchmen--that was all he needed to know.
Dropping the datapad and reholstering his blaster, he exited the spaceport with no attention drawn--it was late, and he had made the affair go by quickly.
Hitting the streets of the fringe town, he made his way quickly towards his destination. He had gotten the address from The Client. The holo-projector clearly showed a picture of the complex and an address. Making his was there swiftly, he would waste little time.
Examing the complex--which was several stories tall--he noticed it was rather dark. Perhaps it wasn't that fully inhabited. It was archaic--it actually had front doors that required using the handle to open. He wouldn't be using them, so it was no matter.
His best route would be through the roof. The flat was located on the top floor, so roof access into the hallway would prevent any sort of checkpoint security on the way up. With his clawed gauntlets, he scaled the wall easily and swiftly. Reaching the top, he hoisted himself over the ledge and onto the roof. His footsteps made no sound.
Into the service entrance, he walked down into the first floor hallway. Taking a step into--wait. He bent his head down to examine. A small, ping-pong sized device rested on the wall below his feet. Reaching into his bag, he pulled forth a small, monacled-looking glass. Peering through it, the red line of a bomb was easily visible through the infrared goggle. Stepping over it, he examined the rest of the hallway. Clear. He wondered what to do next. Knocking on the front door would be a bad idea, he thought. Perhaps he could enter from the room next to him. Luckily it was empty.
Heading through the apartment, he could hear sounds in the one next to him--his destination. His stomach quivered a bit--this would not be easy. But it would make him rich, which was one of his goals.
Getting onto the balcony, he easily lept across it to the other balcony. Pullng forth his laser cutter, he cut a large sized hole in the glass of his door. Entering through it, he stepped into the main bedroom. Finally in.
He exited the ship quickly--it wasn't his, of course, and getting away from it before it was all said and done was key. He made his way to the service desk where, to his suprise, a male receptionist stood. Human. Good, no droids. Beings were much easier to deal with.
"Show me the past two days' check-ins list." He spoke rigidly and firmly.
"Sir, I'm sorry, but I can't just let you have--" The man spoke, his voice also firm.
"Now." Arik leaned in a bit, his eyes shining through his mask to further empasize his point.
"Sir. I cannot hand over the--" The guard stopped as his eyes met the barrel of a blaster pistol which was shoved firmly into his face.
"The records." The receptionist quickly handed over a datapad to him. He read down the list of names: Paralyzer, Venom, Arch-Angel, The Flying Dutchmen--that was all he needed to know.
Dropping the datapad and reholstering his blaster, he exited the spaceport with no attention drawn--it was late, and he had made the affair go by quickly.
Hitting the streets of the fringe town, he made his way quickly towards his destination. He had gotten the address from The Client. The holo-projector clearly showed a picture of the complex and an address. Making his was there swiftly, he would waste little time.
Examing the complex--which was several stories tall--he noticed it was rather dark. Perhaps it wasn't that fully inhabited. It was archaic--it actually had front doors that required using the handle to open. He wouldn't be using them, so it was no matter.
His best route would be through the roof. The flat was located on the top floor, so roof access into the hallway would prevent any sort of checkpoint security on the way up. With his clawed gauntlets, he scaled the wall easily and swiftly. Reaching the top, he hoisted himself over the ledge and onto the roof. His footsteps made no sound.
Into the service entrance, he walked down into the first floor hallway. Taking a step into--wait. He bent his head down to examine. A small, ping-pong sized device rested on the wall below his feet. Reaching into his bag, he pulled forth a small, monacled-looking glass. Peering through it, the red line of a bomb was easily visible through the infrared goggle. Stepping over it, he examined the rest of the hallway. Clear. He wondered what to do next. Knocking on the front door would be a bad idea, he thought. Perhaps he could enter from the room next to him. Luckily it was empty.
Heading through the apartment, he could hear sounds in the one next to him--his destination. His stomach quivered a bit--this would not be easy. But it would make him rich, which was one of his goals.
Getting onto the balcony, he easily lept across it to the other balcony. Pullng forth his laser cutter, he cut a large sized hole in the glass of his door. Entering through it, he stepped into the main bedroom. Finally in.