Vacancy

Starway Enterprises had boots on the ground. The politician was sincere but distant. He was probably hired by Reever for the purpose of sending the all important “I'm watching you”, but the man knew to keep his distance. A brief conversation with him outlined the safest parts of the area and places to stay.
“Reeve does know that we're here to buy things from him, not assassinate him, right?” Hook asked as the politician scurried away
Will nodded “He's just overly cautious. I would've loved for him to just meet us here and be done with it, but that would be too easy”

“Egomaniac” Ellen chipped in “ But either way, we have to play this his way.”
“S**t's getting old” Hook said, grabbing his bag and wandering out of the port. Ellen and Will were alone now. Not really alone, lots of scum bags were around. Scum bags don't count as real people though, so Will and Ellen were alone.

Will grabbed his bag “You have your com?” he asked. She fumbled around in her bag for a moment then drew it out, displaying it like a prize with one hand holding it and the other laying upwards beneath it.

“I've got it. And we need to go. Just call me if you need- or message me.”
“Isn't splitting up a bit extreme?” Will ventured “We'll be safer as a group”. She shook her head in disapproval.
“We won't be safe. Period.”
“Bye then”

“Be safe”. Will was alone again, but not really.

An hour later and Will was taking back everything he had ever said about Loron being a bad place. It was worse than a bad place. Amateur musicians trying to “make it” were on every corner. Gang violence was prevalent and homeless children were everywhere. He couldn't imagine what they might have been through. A voice inside told him that he didn't care right now. He had to find a room. One where he wouldn't get jumped in the middle of the night. Or the day. It was dark either way. Ellen had allotted both Hook and Will a card with a few hundred credits, enough to buy a decent room. Problem was, there were no decent rooms. Eventually Will broke down and bought a cheap room from the person that looked least likely to kill him in his sleep. He was a Brii Alien who spoke no language except that of credits. The room's contract was in a language Will didn't understand, but he signed it anyway.
“We will kill you in your sleep” might've been on the damn contract for all he knew.

Que waiting. The room was dirty, so Will tried to clean it as best he could, sweeping all the dirt into one corner with a rag he found. That would be dubbed the dirty corner, and he shall never walk there again. A Holographic Viewing Port was situated directly across from his bed. He turned it on and switched to the Intersteller News channel. This news channel could be found on nearly every world. He wondered if it was sometimes difficult to decide what to report on, with so much going on. There were sub categories where he could tune in to any one subject or area, but Will left it on the main channel.

How were the others doing? If it was a perfect world, Hook would've been killed in a gang accident and Ellen would be holed up safe and sound in a nice hotel. Nice hotel, as if. He considered messaging her and asking, but decided that would probably earn him a scolding. An hour passed. The president of Fulius was talking about his plans for his planet and the others in his system on the INC. Politicians of Loron need to take notes from this guy. The Dirty Corner leered at him from across the room. He grabbed his com and after planning his exact words for fifteen minutes, he finally messaged Ellen.
“I'm checked in. Hope you're okay” Was all he said.
“Keep com's clear” She replied. This was going to be a fun night.