Fenrir got off the shuttle and tool stock of his bearings. The situation back at Central was a cluster funk and he needed to resupply his kit. He wasn't going to wait with time working against them. It was clear that someone had messed with his tracking glyph and the damn thing was now a distraction that he needed to get rid of. He paid his fare and subconsciously made the Glyph fade. The scent was gone and he could focus now, "I don't suppose the others are having better luck than me."
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