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“Look, were going around in circles and nothings gona get solved by us sitting here. Until we can get something working on this droid lead I’m gona try to figure out what happened to me last night. If anyone’s coming, then meet me outside in five minutes.”
With that he backs out of the med room and heads down the hall to the armory. If this investigation was going to go anywhere Eceil figured it was time he started doing things the old way. It was time to retrace his steps from last, but this time he was heading back into the labyrinth of slums and back alleys prepared. Grabbing a piece of the blaster resistant armor off the wall he slides it under his shirt, where it makes a considerable bulge in his dirt stained clothes. Eceil then snatches himself a second pistol off the rack and stuffs it into his jacket before ending his shopping spree by lifting a jet black colored blaster rifle up from a top shelve and slinging it across his back. No bother trying to conceal it, where Eceil was going there weren’t going to be many cops looking for weapon permits.
He then heads outside, where the faint glow of street lights greets him coldly. Down here you couldn’t tell what time of the day it was, but Eceil really had no interest in the time anyways. Allowing his nostrils to suck in one more taste of the familiar stench of industrial park manufactured air he turns back to the building to see if anyone’s followed him out here.
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