Turned out Trelain would only offer the information once they left the basement. Even though his gaze rested on her a brief moment, he couldn't blame her with Tyfin's previous comment. A datashard ejected from the console that was swiped by Matias, the stick containing other useful information. Not needing another blatant signal, he turned his attention to the Twi'lek before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a brown bag. It was tossed over to the man, the contents inside giving off a metallic and satisfying jingle. "Thanks for your help," he murmured before turning to leave.
Tyfin said nothing as the pair walked out from the basement. Instead, he would look over to his left before flicking a button. As the two walked, they would notice the droids that stood at guard by the walls but with no weapons, their faces immediately turning to lock on Trelain. They would only stop tracking her once they passed, both their heads lowering and locking back into place.
As they exited from the building, Matias gave a little shake of his shoulders, as if wiping that experience away. While they walked, he listened intently to Trelain as she went down the list of security. All in all, each one were basically incredibly equipped and trained compared to him. While the odds weren't great, it certainly meant that whatever happened would be exciting to say the least.
Matias got on his own bike, the engine loudly yawning awake before he took off too. "I tend to improvise. All plans go to shit in some way," he responded coolly, clearly past experiences dictating that mindset. He didn't enter completely blind but he also didn't bind himself to a sort of plan.
They would eventually arrive at Grupert's home, a large almost mansion like structure that was nestled in the finer sections of the city. Matias would be parked a couple blocks down from it with Trelain, a PDA in his lap with the datashard sticking out the side. After he went through a couple of swipes, he glanced up at the house and the amount of speeders stationed around it, "I have a sense you know what our mark is hosting." The statement more of a question in essence for her to admit why there was so much traffic.
Tyfin said nothing as the pair walked out from the basement. Instead, he would look over to his left before flicking a button. As the two walked, they would notice the droids that stood at guard by the walls but with no weapons, their faces immediately turning to lock on Trelain. They would only stop tracking her once they passed, both their heads lowering and locking back into place.
As they exited from the building, Matias gave a little shake of his shoulders, as if wiping that experience away. While they walked, he listened intently to Trelain as she went down the list of security. All in all, each one were basically incredibly equipped and trained compared to him. While the odds weren't great, it certainly meant that whatever happened would be exciting to say the least.
Matias got on his own bike, the engine loudly yawning awake before he took off too. "I tend to improvise. All plans go to shit in some way," he responded coolly, clearly past experiences dictating that mindset. He didn't enter completely blind but he also didn't bind himself to a sort of plan.
They would eventually arrive at Grupert's home, a large almost mansion like structure that was nestled in the finer sections of the city. Matias would be parked a couple blocks down from it with Trelain, a PDA in his lap with the datashard sticking out the side. After he went through a couple of swipes, he glanced up at the house and the amount of speeders stationed around it, "I have a sense you know what our mark is hosting." The statement more of a question in essence for her to admit why there was so much traffic.
