They made their way through the streets and stopped outside the club, as Raezyr double checked his data pad. "Darth Vikon's files said he needed to meet a Rodian named Deengo here at the Outlander. I guess we go in and look for Rodians."
They entered the club and looked around. It was pretty crowded for mid-day, and had the usual mixture of species walking around. The band was blaring some god-awful tune. Raezyr recognized it as a Hutt favorite. As per prior plans, Trychon walked slowly around the establishment checking out the patrons and looking for a secluded table. Raezyr went straight to the bar and ordered a couple of drinks. Trying to act casual, he asked, "You don't happen to know if Deengo is around, do you?" The barkeep froze for a second at the name, then continued pouring, "Never heard of him."
"If you do, let me and my friend over there know. He had business with an associate of mine." Raezyr indicated the table where Trychon was sitting.
"And who is looking for him?"
"Raezyr and Trychon." He leaned in and lowered his voice. "DARTH Raezyr and DARTH Trychon."
The bartender's eyes got wide with surprise for a split second. "But, I thought... uh.... I, uh,.... I never heard of Deengo the Rodian," he said regaining his composure.
Raezyr laid credits on the counter and picked up the drinks. "I never said Deengo was a Rodian," he said over his shoulder as he walked toward the table.
He put the glasses on the table and Trychon reached over for one. "Don't touch that. The Maker only knows what he actually put in there."
"Well, what did you find out," Trychon asked.
"Nothing really," Raezyr replied.
"Then what are we doing?"
"We're waiting to see whether or not I just signed our death warrants."
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