Roland moved to the side as a pair of security droids marched passed. He entered the office he had been approaching and looked around. A man stood behind an ornate wooden desk. A case containing some artifacts sat behind him. The business man wore a suit and cleared his throat and looked up as the Mandalorian entered. "You're a bit late on the follow up Mando. You better be a better hunter than just some trigger man." Roland was here under an alias. He was taking a page out of the Sith's book and having multiple names. It wasn't the first time he had gone under cover either. "Maybe I'm just better than the people you've hired so far." The armored man took a few steps into the room. He was under no dillusion that he was the only one the business man had hired to find out who had stole his book or something.
"My head of security went missing. Based off of what's already been gathered there were some people he left with at some gambling den in Little Cala. Skull mask or faced guy and some pretty arkanian woman." The man's hand waved in the air like he suspected they were some common thugs. "You don't think you're man betrayed you?."
"No. There wasn't any money. If Bruss double crossed me it would have been for cash." That answer only brought more questioned to Roland's mind. "The only thing missing was the book?" The man nodded. That was odd. "Trackers haven't worked on finding him, no major scuffles that happened around the city at that time?" Maybe things got hairy for someone and they needed to get patched up. They wouldn't have gone to the hospital to get a shark bite looked at. "You can visit the hospitals and probably grease some palms if you think you're..." He looked the blued-iron plates of the supposed bounty hunter for a moment in his pause. "...charismatic you could probably get those files."
"What about...medical treatment that's off the books?" Roland raised a hand and pulled the hood back since he was indoors now and no longer needed it up. The sun shown through the office windows and glinted off the engravings around the cross-shaped visor for just a moment before more clouds cast a darker shadow than before. "Give me a minute." The man waved for the Mandalorian to leave as he pulled out a commlink to make a few calls.
--Quite a bit later--
Roland sat in his ship as the rain had returned to pouring down over the section of the city. The ship was in low power mode. His helmet sat on the dashboard next to him staring back at him. The early afternoon of the long day was darker than normal making the various bright city lights pop in contrast. The Mandalorian sat in his firespray class patrol ship and looked at the commlink information he had recieved. He was the one that would be reaching out to this Doctor.
Leaning back in the chair a little he held the commlink a little closer as he thought about many more calls he was going to need to make. He hit the call button to ring towards the line anoter potential doctor who seemed legit my most standards. A glove hand raised to the face to rub his eyes and then slowly drop down to the room temperature kaf in the container in the cup holder. Roland wouldn't be surprised if it went to voicemail. Maybe he would take a nap after this.
@Killa Ree