A smuggler. One criminal's could use to great advantage. Or even himself, really. Even clandestine agents needed criminals in their pockets. But he had something else in mind, and he had gotten intel that this particular smuggler,
Kera had gotten a little too drunk the night before. He was already out and about on a shopping trip and he himself hadn't slept all night, ready to retire when he received last-minute word about Kera's whereabouts and thought it good to scoop him up before authorities did. A senator's suite? That place was going to have officials cleaning up, and they'd check the identities of everyone they found.
The elevator dinged and opened to an absolutely trashed scene. Unconcious bodies, booze, clothes, and did he smell death sticks in the air? There was a number of people awake and talking as well, some more clothed than others, which made his arrival a bit more awkward. He was fully dressed in a suit and an overcoat, black gloves on his hands. He took a slow step in, foot crunching on something. He did recognize two of those awake though.
"Hey
Alex StormWolf
, Seku. Been a while. Looks like you had fun." He then strode into the room, stepping over clothes and bodies as he made a B line for the groggy Chiss man.
"Just came by to pick someone up." He lightly grabbed the one-eyed man by the arm.