“You do realize with you being a fugitive means you greatly increase the chances of…” K-8-0 rambled, as he assisted in piloting the shuttle.

“I really don’t care. We goin’ to get this asshole, then imma get paid. Simple as that.”

If droids could raise a brow, K-8-0 certainly would have. “And you’re going down there? Dressed like that?” The droid said with a disgusted voice.

“Just fly the damn ship, ya hear?” Zodac growled, unboxing a brand new cloak, which covered his body from head to toe. Needed especially, since his armor was easy to identify.

“It’s a shuttle.” The droid said softly, and Zodac groaned.

“Cato. Shut it, before I disable you.”

Cato mimicked his voice childishly, even quieter than previously. Finally, the voice low enough to escape the ears of Zodac.

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With their arrival on the mid-level of Coruscant, Zodac and Cato walked through the streets, both wearing large cloaks which covered most of their face and body. Cato, who looked just as silly as one could imagine, had his heavy metal steps masked by the sounds of the busy streets. Without analyzing too deeply, one could probably assume he was of a very different, tall and slender species.

“Place is littered with security, shit.” Zodac said under his breath. He looked to Cato and nodded. “You know what this guy looks like, right?” The droid nodded and his skinny fingers came out of the cloak to reveal a thumbs up.

“I can spot him from just about any distance. And if someone is following us.” He said rather confidently. “In matter of fact. Someone is following us right now. Don’t look, but they’re also hooded.”

Zodac turned around.

He, indeed, saw the hooded figures, then looked to Cato. “You’re right.”

“I know I’m right you imbecile. I just told you not to look!” Cato almost shouted, but the sounds of flying shuttles beside silenced them.

Just as they argued about what was done, a familiar face exited an alley. The Twi’lek called Manu, the person they were supposed to capture. “There!” Cato shouted and pointed, and as Manu turned to look at the suspicious looking hooded figures, blaster bolts whizzed by them. Without a second thought Zodac turned and slung his pistol out of the holster, and fired two deadly shots from the hip, killing the hooded figures that followed them. By this point Manu had already began to run, getting quite the head start on the human and the droid. “Good one, ya dumbass!” Yelled Zodac to Cato. “Ya couldn’t have been any more shy, huh!? Get his ass!” Cato obliged, and threw off the cloak. There stood an old Imperial droid, but with a great “owner” (who he hated calling owner) that maintained him well, he was seemingly brand new. The droid broke into a sprint after the Twi’lek, avoiding all the civilians with elegant side steps.

In no time at all, the KX series droid grabbed the Manu by the neck and lifted him. “Target acquired.” He said in a very robotic voice, unusually. Zodac finally caught up out of breath and he looked to the sky, hood falling off. “God dammit, why do you gotta run so damn fast? Shoulda caught him sooner, I say…” He panted.

“At least I have the asset, and now we can leave. You know, this was a lot easier than I thoug-!”

Before he can finish his sentence, lights went off just in front of them. Security had seen it all, and finally caught up to the pair.

Zodac groaned. “Had to open yer fat mouth, huh?”

Zodac threw off his cloak and grabbed his pistols, ready to fight his way out. It certainly would not be easy… But it wasn’t impossible.

“Let’s get Manu out of here. And fast.”