It had been about 5 minutes before she, undeniably, lost track of her destination. Surely the directions her sister gave her had enough information, it's just, even after so many years of going through the same routines, there wasn't a day she wasn't mesmerized by the vivid fluorescent lights covering every angle of the city, from the neon blue streetlights, to the obscene "get some" signs... which she has gotten used to over the years. She still can't keep her wandering eyes from getting her entranced with the city.
Although, there were times she got scolded for aimlessly roaming through the illuminated alleyways of the Oasis.
The Oasis. Everything that you want, need and even long for. The Oasis has it. Her sister, Fai, often had errands for her to do there, so she knows her way around the streets, but, she obviously got off track, albeit her attention was elsewhere.
All she needed to do now, was take a left turn at the corner of Acacia bar, and then she'd be in front of her destination. She had to collect the so called top-of-the-line gadget her sister had been demanding for decades. So, she decided, being the kind person she is, taking up the offer and heading towards the industrial workshop.
After a few minutes surveying her surroundings, she spots --instantly recognizing the luminous "hardware" sign then jogged towards to the workshop and went inside. Immediately greeting the familiar heavy-set, burly looking man.
"What can I do for you, sweetheart?" He asked, eyes studying her carefully.
"Uh, I'm here to pick up my sister's neoclasp-- or whatever it's called." She shrugged.
"Of course!" He exclaimed. "I'll be right back, just a few seconds." He swiftly turns around and walks towards the back of the shop.
After a few minutes of loud clattering, of what she assumes is other hardware materials, he then returns with a metallic-like tool of some sort.
"Here." He hands her the contraption. "This is an exceptionally high-class engineered device so make sure to be very careful with it." He instructed, with emphasis.
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7:35 pm
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, eyes narrowing in on the target, pressing his lips together, hopefully, if he finishes the job he can finally return back home and get a good nights rest... what he's been lacking lately.
Three months. That's how long he's been hunting down the man. Apparently, the so-called owner of the shop had ratted out the locations of a very important engine, and as a result is now being tracked down by all sorts of people.
So, that being said, the man has been getting incredibly difficult to trace. Although, he can't complain-- he doesn't have the right to, he's been through much more exhausting missions in comparison to this.
He was born into this life, unable to escape his fate, so now he dutifully does his job with refined excellency. Things like this require patience- but he's slowly running out of it by now. Truthfully, he's more than qualified, and he should've been able to finish the job in roughly 2 weeks time, but he assumes someone with a bounty on their head would want to be cautious.
After researching just about anything and everything about the man, he's been able to pinpoint the exact moment when the man would be at his most vulnerable.
