"Fate is taking funny turns, that's for sure" Pax pondered while she gone down a vertical ventilation shaft. Back pressed against one side, both arms reached out left and right for support while her feet were doing swift steps on the opposite side, slowly decending the seemingly bottomless pit, down to the core of the ICC headquarters in Andromeda.
Pax was in her element, snooping around in places where she doesn't belong able to take routes that are impossible for anyone else but the Opifex breed. For a second she imagined an Atrox stuck in here almost made her burst out in laughter.
40 minutes later she reached the hatch that blocked her way that lead directly to the lowest floor, secured only with an archaic padlock. Pax grinned at the lax security measures - she knew that only a few buildings on Rubi Ka got their maintenance and service shafts secured with droid patrols. Fortunately the ICC headquarters wasn't among it.
A quick glance at the time told her that she reached the end of the shaft too early. The faked fire alarm she fed into their security grid was set to go off in 10 minutes hopefully creating the diversion she needed to get in and out unnoticed. 10 minutes to ponder over the situation.
"Odd, one week ago I thought I was done for, on the verge of breaking apart. And all of a sudden I'm back on track running an errand for an old man who I thought disappeared and died somewhere in the depths of the Shadowlands long ago - Mr Mirabelli, also known as Simehiri." Her face went stern as she remembered the encounter she had with him while back then in the bar in Mort. But nevertheless he offered her a job, something that has become pretty scarce on Rubi Ka with the activation of the portals. Therefore she didn't have much of a choice but to put all the differences aside and accepted to meet with him at the Rome wompah that lead to Jobe to discuss the details.
It appeared Mr Mirabelli needed information about the whereabouts of a person called Doctor Tommy Forest, who got captured and taken into custody by ICC forces. Pax's hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as he offered her 5 million credits if she manages to retrieve that vital information of his current location within 3 days. "Where's the hook?" the question spun around her head during the whole conversation yet she pretended she don't care a jot about it. Of course Pax accepted to do it. Not only because of the credits but also for the thrills.