ZUKA

Crossroads. That place where it connects all the other factions. Everyone could enjoy the place and the momentary peace that could exist if they did not seek problems with anyone. Although mostly there was nothing more than phighters chatting amongst themselves inside some public place where they could hang out and forget about their previous activities.

"What a day."

And there was Zuka, leaning against his truck and making sure to take a drag on his cigarette to kill time. His eyes only focused on the smoke coming out of his mouth thanks to the item between his fingers. All he could do was do that, waiting for some phighter who needed a hand to get to their destination.

Every now and then Zuka would look around, seeing if there was any conflict around him, because the most effective thing for him would be to just avoid problems that were not his concern. He was not that sociable. But work required him to keep his contacts up to date with information he shared with The Broker.