RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
Fondor
Street Level
[member="Deacon"] [member="Brent Smith"] @Other spy types.
He'd been here for weeks. Months even, plotting his moves. Zok leaned back against the park bench and took another swig of his bottle, reading the holonet on his data pad. There was something great about being a spy. The thrill of the set up. The cat and mouse. He loved it.
Before him was the park and next to it the building where the Jedi Grandmaster held most of his meetings. Or at least that's what he had deduced based on his months of research. Yes it was tall but circular structure and he smirked as he gazed back into the data pad.
To all appearances he was Captain Rein Shalchez, Merchant of the Core worlds. It was beautiful cover identity and one that did him justice. He reached up to stroke his blonde beard and reviewed the facts.
Fact one, as of yet he was certainly undetected.
Fact two, he was packing.
Fact three, this was gonna require careful planning, so he wasn't up for going all out just yet. No High Command wanted a clearer view of the situation. It was something the Black Op's agent could not produce. As of yet all his communicades had failed to reach out. Which made him nervous.
Now he was going for a dead drop. Another Agent on world had an identity that was as of yet undiscovered. He was just waiting for the perfect moment to make the drop.
Carnor Alinor. A supposed meat hauler, with a flight plan that took him near the borders of the GA/FO divide.
He glanced up again, watching his mark, and then down.
The time was soon. He just had to make sure he wasn't being watched.....
Street Level
[member="Deacon"] [member="Brent Smith"] @Other spy types.
He'd been here for weeks. Months even, plotting his moves. Zok leaned back against the park bench and took another swig of his bottle, reading the holonet on his data pad. There was something great about being a spy. The thrill of the set up. The cat and mouse. He loved it.
Before him was the park and next to it the building where the Jedi Grandmaster held most of his meetings. Or at least that's what he had deduced based on his months of research. Yes it was tall but circular structure and he smirked as he gazed back into the data pad.
To all appearances he was Captain Rein Shalchez, Merchant of the Core worlds. It was beautiful cover identity and one that did him justice. He reached up to stroke his blonde beard and reviewed the facts.
Fact one, as of yet he was certainly undetected.
Fact two, he was packing.
Fact three, this was gonna require careful planning, so he wasn't up for going all out just yet. No High Command wanted a clearer view of the situation. It was something the Black Op's agent could not produce. As of yet all his communicades had failed to reach out. Which made him nervous.
Now he was going for a dead drop. Another Agent on world had an identity that was as of yet undiscovered. He was just waiting for the perfect moment to make the drop.
Carnor Alinor. A supposed meat hauler, with a flight plan that took him near the borders of the GA/FO divide.
He glanced up again, watching his mark, and then down.
The time was soon. He just had to make sure he wasn't being watched.....
