Skulking through the station, Nikoh noticed an unusual level of commotion surrounding the platforms, especially for this time of night. Luckily the large crowds drew attention away from him as he moved through the Depot. The nearest arrivals board read FeeCo Depot #0451.
"Still in Western Mudos, but not as far I'd like."
Nikoh grumbled to himself, patting down his belt pouches in search of his tobacco. A quick smoke would clear his head and help him focus on the task at hand. Reaching into his pouch he pulled out a pathetically crumpled hand-rolled cigarette. 'There goes that thought.' Feeling defeated Nikoh slumped his way to the smoke-filled arrivals lounge, the thick smog of tobacco churning with the stink of burning of burning fuels from the Depot trains. His pants gently hummed as he walked past several Glukkon and other big wigs. Nikoh sank into one of the uncharacteristically comfortable chairs of the lounge, closing his eyes in brief exhausted thought, he'd known better than to let himself rest on the train ride here.
'What is going on here? The security checkpoints are bad enough but so much commotion at this hour.' Something seemed amiss. He doubted he'd find any trace of the substance his superiors were searching for, even now he felt as though his every move was being monitored. He was certain that whatever was drawing so much attention to this station wouldn't be what he was searching for.
"S-sir?"
Nikoh was roused from his thoughts by a scrub holding a mop, a young looking Mudokon with fresh bruises along his side. Grumbling Nikoh lifted feet, resting them on the chair beside himself, lifting his googled and rubbing his tired eyes.
"Hey kid, d'ya know anything bout all this rabble on the platform?" He knew better than to not let his curiosity get the better of him, at the very least it would help him on his way out of the station. The young Scrub seem startled but answered, fearing another beating.
"Well I ain't seen much, but all them Gluks and Vyks seem to be talking 'bout some important war package." Nikoh reached into his pouch and rolled himself a cigarette as he listened.
"...But I got myself beat for lingering too long round them Gluks." Nikoh nodded and stood up, offering one of the cigarettes to the Scrub before leaving.
"Save it for your break." Nikoh mumbled as he lit up his cigarette and headed back towards the platform. The rich smoke of his hand rolled tobacco offering his mind more clarity and respite from his exhaustion. 'Let's see what we're dealing with...'
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