17/03

This damned rain is endless. You just have to step outside for five minutes and you're drenched through. Good weather for working in though, if you don't mind a little damp and cold. The rain's so heavy the guards hardly ever lift their eyes from the ground as they trudge around on patrol. They tend to stick to the more sheltered areas as well, only moving off their paths to avoid the deepening puddles that fill the streets.

18/03

They doubled the patrols yesterday, sent out word by crier that the whole city's under curfew until the fuel shortage is dealt with. Seems they're saving the lamp gas for the more important buildings about here. The post office is lit up like a star while the surrounding streets and buildings are black as pitch. An occasional torch somehow manages to defy the weather and keep burning, but for the most part the night has become a paradise for the likes of me. The guards have orders to arrest anyone seen outside after sunset, but it would take a fool to be spotted in this weather.

20/03

I had an unexpected visitor this day. Chiodo. I haven't seen the man since I left his service when I was just a kid. Forgot to ask him how he managed to find me - guess he still has some of the old contacts. I used to be his runner back when he was little more than a big-shot thief nicknamed The Naja. I acted as a go-between for him and his "suppliers". He was an importer, mainly of alcohol - acquired through the use of ill-gotten funds, of course.

Seems things have changed since then. He claims to have gone legit. Says he's got a commission as a mail runner between The City and the outlying islands. His ships, all with those fancy new motors fitted, make the trips once or twice a month, weather permitting. Seems he's picked up a title along the way -- now it's LORD Bruzzo Chiodo. Or so he claims. None of that explained what he really wanted from me though. I nearly threw him out before he had a chance to say, he was taking so long to get to the point.

His son, Marcasso, is due to marry the daughter of one of Chiodo's blueblood business partners. Chiodo doesn't want the marriage jeopardised by his past and chose me for the job of making sure it doesn't. He suggested I start by hunting down his old partner, Jakku, a man he hasn't even seen in three years. Last anyone heard Jakku had made a new home for himself in the slums, where he spends most of his time drunk out of his skull. I just need to track him down, turn his house over and make sure any damaging evidence is destroyed. Easy money.

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