Scynthe nodded and scanned the street, spotting one a few buildings north of their location. As they neared the terminal, however, a small man quickly cut in front of them, getting to the terminal first. He looked up at Scynthe and Typho with a smug grin before turning back to the terminal. Scynthe was doing everything in his power to not kill the man, as he didn't want to make a scene in a populated street, but the bastard was making it quite difficult as he continued to slowly take his time and flash grins in their direction.

"Look bud, my friend and I really don't have the time or patience for this. Get off this terminal now so we can quickly access a location, or you'll regret it. That I can assure you."

The man slowly looked up at the two, smiled again, and replied, "There's another terminal three blocks down. Why don't you try that one?"

Typho sighed and shook his head in exasperation. Screw it, he thought, this prick is going to get it. Without warning, Typho grabbed the shoulders of the man with both hands, lifted him off the ground slightly, and slammed him into the durasteel wall behind the terminal.

"You obviously don't know who you're dealing with. Now, there's another terminal three blocks down. Why don't you try that one?"

Typho made a discreet message to Scynthe, after releasing the man, but making sure he stayed put. The Grey Vigo tapped the top of his wrist, signalling for Scynthe to bring out one of his wrist-blades.

Scynthe caught Typho's message and walked behind the man, placing one hand on the man's head and pressing it into the wall. He positioned his other hand to the right of the prick's head and activated the blade, the steel clanging as it hit the durasteel wall a mere inch from the man's head.

"Here's what's going to happen. My friend here is going to use this terminal while you remain absolutely motionless, or the hand that is currently holding your skull will trigger it's own steel blade. Then, once we're finished, you will walk three blocks without looking or speaking to a single soul until you reach the terminal and spend a good hour staring at it. Any deviance from these instructions will result in instant death. Are we clear?"

The man, completely caught off-guard, simply stared at the two GTC members, utterly frightened out of his wits. He tried to pull himself together, and speak, but no words were coming out. Just his mouth opening and closing. Eventually he found his voice and spoke to Scynthe.

"Y-yes... We... we're clear..."

Typho sneered at the man, then moved over to the terminal, typing in a few commands, then looking closely at the screen. He then nodded.

"It seems that Shi-Lak Cantina is one point six kilometers to our east, heading further into the city. Doesn't seem too far to travel, and perhaps we'll be able to get even more info, not just from that thug, seeing as we're heading closer into the heart of the city. Alright, Scynthe, we have our priority. Let's head out."

Scynthe retracted his blade and continued staring at the shivering man.

"Well, don't you have a terminal to get to?"

The man let out a small yelp and practically ran towards the next terminal, never looking back. Scynthe let out a grunt of disgust and turned back to Typho.

"Alright then. East, you say? Lead the way, comrade."

Scynthe could feel a small tingle of excitement growing as they moved further into the heart of the city. It was the same excitement a predator would feel when it was moving closer to its prey

The two partners slowly made their way through the streets, always on-guard, and checking every corner. After their little debacle with the Bothans back in the cantina, Typho was sure that there would probably be an ambush attempt on them. What the attackers wouldn't realise, is that Typho had with him probably the best hunter of the GTC, and that no force could ever ambush Scynthe.

They continued walking for a while, before Typho's instincts, enhanced by his battle helmet, portrayed a thermal image that had two heat figures in the building to his right, a tall office building, and two more bodies in a building to his left. No doubt that they would be part of the gang that Typho and Scynthe had met earlier.

The Comitatus Vigo held up a clenched fist, signaling for them to stop. He was sure that Scynthe already knew about the hostiles, but it didn't hurt to make sure.

"Four contacts, two in the building left of us, and two in the right. They aren't very skilled at hiding. Take the two on the left, I'll handle the ones on the right."

Quickly, Typho hoisted his blaster rifle to his shoulder, and took aim at his enemies.

Scynthe hadn't switched on his thermal imaging in his helmet, mostly because he knew Typho had him covered in that area, but also because he often liked to get a grip on the situation with his own two eyes, noticing the small subtleties he'd otherwise miss. Scynthe had stopped almost as soon as Typho signaled, because as Typho was noticing the thermal images, Scynthe caught what looked like a gleam of sunlight reflecting off a blaster rifle in the building to the left. The first story windows were slightly tinted, hiding small movements, but a single ray of light betrayed the ambusher. Unfortunately, it appeared his pistol wouldn't be strong enough to pierce through the window. Ah, so this is why Typho carries that blaster rifle of his... Scynthe thought with a smile.

Scynthe listened to Typho's intel and instructions, and then focused on the building to the left. He watched Typho take aim with his rifle, then waited a moment more. Finally he saw it- another glint of light reflecting off a blaster, this time a few meters to the right. Scynthe looked at Typho, nodded, then took off at full sprint straight toward the left building and his ambushers.

Typho immediately unleashed a volley of blaster bolts from his rifle, spraying the windows with blue light. The windows shattered, glass raining down on the ambushers and forcing them to move away into better cover. Typho pressed his hand up to his helmet and comm.

"I'll draw their fire, and keep it off you. I don't know how long I'll be able to keep their fire on me, so let's do this fast."

Before his enemies could recover, the Commander slowly ran to a durasteel trash compactor, large enough to keep his entire body out of harm's way. As Typho ran, he kept a contant rain of blaster fire upon his two contacts, keeping their heads down. One of the two tried to pop his head out of cover, to get a shot, and was met by a hail of blasts ripping into his skull. The man fell back, completely and utterly dead.

Scynthe didn't have time to respond when he heard Typho's voice through the comm as he was reaching the left building. Running at full speed, he launched himself with his last step and hurtled through the windows of the left building, directly at the location of the last flash of light he had witnessed. Wrist-blade ready, he sailed blade-first through the window and into a Bothan who was struggling to redirect his aim from Typho's location to the man immediately in front of him. His wide eyes and surprised expression remained on his face as the blade pierced through his chest and the life left his eyes. The second ambusher immediately turned to his right and blindly fired a volley in Scynthe's direction. Scynthe quickly rolled behind a nearby desk for cover and pulled out his pistol, waiting for the right moment to strike. He looked over in Typho's direction and spoke through the comm.

"Target's approaching my location. You got a shot?"

Typho immediately spun around, taking his aim off the remaining hostile in his allocated building, postive that the man would keep his dead down, lest he receive a fate like his associate.

"Affirmative, Scynthe. I'm on it."

Typho once again looked down his sight, and quickly spotted the contact that Scynthe was talking about. He was slowly moving towards Typho's comrade, keeping a steady aim in case Scynthe moved out of cover to open fire. Typho homed in on the enemy's position, carefully positioning his aim so that it had a clear shot at the man's chest. He did this in a matter of milliseconds. With an air of professionalism, the Comitatus Vigo eased his finger to the trigger, and sent off three rapid blaster shots, two to the man's chest, then quickly moving his aim up to spin one into the hostile's head. The man didn't know what hit him as he was flung off his feet, inevitably dead. Typho nodded, satisfied, and returned his vision to the remaining man, making sure that he hadn't tried anything.

"One target remaining. I want him alive. I'll keep his head down while you enter the building and disable him. Move."

Scynthe didn't see Typho's shots hit his target, but he heard the fire and the following thud of a body hitting the ground, and he knew his comrade's incredible precision had gotten the job done once again. He heard Typho's orders over the comm and nodded his head.

Walking quickly in a low, crouched position, Scynthe quickly and quietly reached the other building. Peering through a side window, he saw the man crouched behind a counter, assault rifle in hand. Scynthe grabbed a flashbang from his belt and tossed it through the window. Glass shattered loudly as the flashbang sailed through the window and bounced across the floor, rolling to a stop a few feet away from their assailant. The man realized what it was a second too late as a white blindness encompassed his entire being, and for a few seconds, he could see nothing. He fired a few blind shots, then waited. Finally, the whiteness began to fade, and his senses were assaulted with color as he began to reform the shapes around him. He looked toward the broken window, and saw nothing. As he struggled to get up, he felt the cold barrel of a pistol pressed against the back of his head. A cold voice broke the silence.

"Drop your weapon. Now."

The man gave a quick start of surprise, then resignedly placed the rifle on the floor.

"Now get up. And face me."

Again, the man did what he was told. As he slowly stood up and turned around, he was faced with the fearsome visage of an experience hunter. Scynthe stared into the man's eyes for a few seconds, then quickly pulled back his pistol and slammed it into the man's face. Scynthe could hear the snapping of bone and shattering of teeth as the man let out a yelp of pain and quickly hit the floor. Scynthe looked back down at him in disgust. He was insulted by the mere fact that someone as pathetic as this man thought he could ambush such experienced hunters as he and Typho.

Scynthe spoke through his comm.

"You're clear, comrade. Alive, as you requested."

"I read you, brother. Moving to your position."

Typho quickly made his way over to Scynthe, making sure to check any more ambush points and covering his advance with the cold edge of his rifle. He dashed from cover to cover, always stopping to peer out slightly and check for hostiles. An experience soldier never ran directly to hit target location. He always made sure that he kept himself and his men safe, always prompting for the safer route, even if it happened to be slower.

Typho walked over to Scynthe and their hostage, after arriving at their location. He nodded his approval to his brother-in-arms.

"Nice use of that flashbang. Caught him completely off-guard. Now, let's go have a nice little chat with our friend here."

Typho bent down, slinging his assault carbine over his shoulder as he did so and grabbed the prisoner roughly by his shoulders, dragging him upright. He sent a backhand to the man, making him snap out of his semi-conscious state (thanks to the efficient pistol-whip executed by Scynthe).

"Alright, my friend. I have some questions for you. Answer them truthfully and you won't experience more pain. Lie to me, and then we'll have a problem. Understand? Good. Now, first question. Who are you, and who were you and your colleagues working for? Remember to answer me truthfully!"

The now-shivering man, still reeling in pain looked up at Typho. This man was cold as hell, and just the sight of him was enough to send chills down his spine. But he was taking too long to answer, and he saw Scynthe raise the back of his hand for another strike.

"Wait! I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!" The man cried out as he turned his head to try to avoid another attack. Scynthe stayed his and waited.

"My name is Edi Trilo. I don't know who you two are. Me and my men are just guns for hire. We were told you would be heading for the cantina and to make sure you didn't make it there alive."

Scynthe waited a few moments then swung his hand at the man's broken face, eliciting another howl of pain. "Stop wasting our time, coward. Who hired you? Was it Ma'atho?"

The man looked up quizzically at Scynthe.

"What? No, I did not work for him. My contractor was Valian Gryn."

There was a brief silence as the impact of his words set in. An silence that was broken by the sound of a long bolt of energy traveling swiftly from a distant rooftop into the side of Edi's skull.

Trilo's body slumped and flew to the left as the blaster bolt entered his skull and passed out the other end, leaving two smoking, blackened circles on either side of his head. Typho reflexively jumped backwards and aimed his rifle towards the area that the blast came from, but no other shot rang out. The assassin must have gone. The Commander looked down at the dead shape of Trilo and then glanced at Scynthe.

"Well, this just got a lot more interesting. Something isn't right about this. The Intel we received prior to the mission stated that Valian Gryn didn't have any men working for him. In fact, it didn't really give us much information about what happened. Well, regardless, I still think we should head to our current objective and find out what Ma'atho has to tell us. Just be extra careful. We can't trust anything or anyone right now. Let's move."

Scynthe nodded as he mulled over Typho's words. It was true- something wasn't adding up. If Trilo's words were true, then not only did Gryn have people working for him, but he already knew that Scynthe and Typho were on his trail. Scynthe gripped his pistol as he and Typho headed towards the cantina.

Scynthe stopped as the rounded a corner and came into view of Ma'atho's hideout, the Shi-Lak Cantina. He looked over at his comrade, who appeared more than ready to spill more blood.

"What's our attack plan, comrade?"