Private Devil in the Details

[Aldric Laurent]

"Good. Just keep at it. I'm going to start playing things up here," He whispered, wrapping up the conversation quickly so as to not appear suspicious. Aldric went to where most of the others were assembled, chatting amongst an array of blasters and ill-gotten goods. He mostly kept to himself at first, until someone suddenly approached him.

"Anything of interest to ya?"

The agent blinked, and studied the man. He seemed to work for the people organizing this black market dealing. Aldric returned to his guise, and nodded, "Heavy weapons. The good stuff. Somethin' that we can show off."

The man chuckled in a dry, hoarse voice, "The Black Nexu compensatin' for something?"

Aldric smirked wryly, "It's useful deterrent."

"Right you are, my friend," The man put an arm around his shoulder, leading him around to a few crates, "I'm sure we have plenty of interest to you and your mates." Just as he was about to go into a sales pitch, another member of his gang approached and spoke. Aldric reacted quickly, using the distraction to turn on his communicator. He couldn't say anything, but he hoped that part of the conversation would relay to Silas.

"I'm heading up top for a breather."

"What? Already?"

"It's my break, man. Lay off," The brief spat was left at that, with the guard parting ways to go on his break. And Silas would have that information that another guard was likely heading near him ahead of time.

"So, as I was saying…" The thug launched back into his sales pitch.

Silas Westgard​

 

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Coruscant
Objective: Listen to Aldric
Tag: Aldric Laurent

Silas nodded to Aldric's feedback and carefully made his way down the corridor. The talking he heard was getting closer, and by the time he had reached the corner two thugs were about to turn the corner. Thinking fast, he quickly rolled into an open room and knelt around the corner. They both seemed to be making standard conversation about what they were going to do back home, something which Silas didn't listen to at the very least. When they were gone, he slowly moved back out and continued forth.

Further ahead, he could see what could be classed as the make shift control. The door was slightly open and revealing a shadow inside, if there was going to be any intel it was going to be in there "I've found something..." Silas whispered into his comms, only for Aldric to say someone was heading his way.

Seeing that the doors were locked close by, he had to act before the guard jumped him first. Leaning up against the wall, Silas patiently waited until the guard whistled his way to him. Turning the corner, the padawan swung a fist into his throat and slammed the back of his head into the wall to knock him out. The impact was a loud thump, and it was unknown if the person inside had heard

"He's down, about to enter the control room now"​