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He watched the people pass by, milling about the square. He felt someone brush up against him and sit next to him on the rations crate. He ignored them and watched people walk in and out of a bar, a angry shout escaping every once in a while. Soon the man he was looking for came out of the bar, flanked by his entourage of hired thugs, and they began their way through the crowd, towards the landing bay. With a small smile he pulled up his hood and followed close behind the the group. A few times he had to duck behind cover, or run down a crowded alleyway to get back behind the group.
