Tacitus didn't like working on Nar Shaddaa for a reason and it went beyond the fact that the whole place made him wish he could take a shower ever five minutes. Beyond the fact that it was the seat of some of the most dangerous criminals in the Galaxy, he hated working on Nar Shaddaa because it was such a scum-sucking hellscape that it catered to the tastes of anyone.
Which meant it catered to the tastes of every degenerate so low, so depraved and so filthy that even other criminals found themselves repulsed by them. The kind of people who traded in skin, children and the kind of stuff that violated minds. Tacitus wasn't a guy who shied away from a lot of things in the pursuit of profit but he drew some pretty clear lines. He wasn't enough of a saint to go running after them off his own back though.
But when the Zaa Fenn family offered him credits to take one such operation out?
He had a lot of time for it.
"Remember the plan Nero; wreck their shite out the front to draw attention. They come out with blasters? Fry them. I'm going round the back for the kids." he reminded his brother, "When I'm on my way up I'll com the droid to bring the ship in for a hot pick up."
The identified building was a warehouse that had some lower levels on the plans - and layers even lower than that if the word on the street was to believed. Parking up the speeder truck out front of the warehouse, he checked to make sure his brother was well situated with the e-web turret they had brought from their ship. Patting his brother on the back, Tacitus jumped from the truck and made a line for the side of the building. Once Nero opened fire he would have the perfect noise cover to hide him breaking in round the back.
And if he got in over his head he could call on his brother to bring the pain down with him. It was quick, it was violent and it would probably suck to be hanging around for too long but he wanted to be gone with the kids inside twenty minutes.
Ideally.
@Exhilian