Kidaja had said not to open another clinic, and Cole had exactly zero intentions of doing that. If anything, the Hutt’s actions had convinced him that he needed to do more, not less, and there were no shortage of back-alley clinics and ad-hoc hospices for people to quietly die in because there were no doctors or medicine for them.
He wasn’t exactly streetwise, but he’d gained some ground since arriving on Nar Shaddaa four days ago. If he knew Kidaja’s territory, he’d have taken pains to pick a place in the Hutt’s stomping grounds, just to rub it in. As luck would have it, he finds a place and, with Private Yongo in his heels, he ducked inside.
[D5 EA] Knowledge: Underworld: 1eP+3eA+2eD 2 successes, 1 Triumph
He was starting to feel like a character in a really bad holonovel, but no matter how stupid it made him feel, he still took care to try and make sure that no one would get his message but the intended recipient.
Clinic hours as usual, if you want to help.
He attached his location coordinates, and hit send.
[D5 EA] Computers: 1eP+3eA+2eD 1 success