[even from behind and with a hood pulled up, the man doesn't seem particularly intimidating. his frame is thin and he doesn't walk with any particular gravitas. at one point, well into this tunnel, he covers his face with a scarred-up hand to battle a wet and unappealing cough.
Tek's target may be in his thirties, but he only has a handful of years left to live.
the tunnel itself is not very wide, enough for maybe three people to stand shoulder-to-shoulder. sound echoes strangely off the walls, but it'll make it easy to tell when or if someone else is coming. it branches off into other tunnels at several points, at least one of which is boarded up and plastered with peeling paper warnings.
the man walks absently around a stalagmite, and he doesn't notice Tek even when he is partly turned towards him. his face is grizzled and scarred up, and his mind is elsewhere.]
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Tek's target may be in his thirties, but he only has a handful of years left to live.
the tunnel itself is not very wide, enough for maybe three people to stand shoulder-to-shoulder. sound echoes strangely off the walls, but it'll make it easy to tell when or if someone else is coming. it branches off into other tunnels at several points, at least one of which is boarded up and plastered with peeling paper warnings.
the man walks absently around a stalagmite, and he doesn't notice Tek even when he is partly turned towards him. his face is grizzled and scarred up, and his mind is elsewhere.]