Silverwind watched as Adrian put the Capybara down with some swift and effective moves. As the hare secured his pistol, the vulpine glanced quickly into the front office, and then through the pane of glass in the door into the warehouse at the back; no one had seen or heard them that he could see. 
As Adrian questioned him on how to proceed, he paused as his comms went off, the earbud giving a soft chime at the incoming message. 
[quote]"Nawlin here, possible lead, or possible trap, will contact within 30 min, if no contact, assume captured....or worse."[/quote]
"All right. Be careful, both of you. If it looks bad, get the hell out of there. We're proceeding as planned".
He turned his attention back to Adrian, tapping one booted paw on the floor before nodding to the open filing cabinet. "He was looking through there. Maybe there's records of who else he'd got ID's for. Even if it ain't their real names, we oughta be able t' find somethin'"
He yanked a length of cable out from under the desk and tossed it to Adrian. "Tie that joker up, and I'll look through this lot".

A few moments later he stood back with a sheaf of papers, spreading them out on the desk. The pictures were grainy and taken from the same room. Frowning, he turned around and looked up into the corner of the room, spotting an IR security sensor. A memory chip was attached to each of the papers in a plastic wallet. 
"I get it," he said after a moment of scanning the papers. "These are his insurance. Kept off the 'net, and produced only after he'd made the deals. No one squeals on him, as he has dirt on who they really are. Pictures-" he tapped the papers, "-and I'm guessing this is video and audio," he continued, tapping the chips. "If we play these, we might get some idea where these guys are".

Before he could hear the reply from Adrian, his earbud sounded again, this time with Kuraiko's voice.
[quote]"Blade, gonna tail a trolley with parts, being loaded by a rhino, looks like a beefy-lookin' guy made the purchase. Will check in whenever it is safe to, though if I don't within 15 minutes, assume I got made."[/quote]
"Be careful - he might be one of the Imperial Special Forces. They'll have their own security, so watch out. See what you can find out, but don't engage unless you're attacked first - and even then, fight to break away".

He once again turned his attention to Adrian, before feeding the chips into his PADD and holding up the device so both could see the playback. It showed the Imperial Princess, along with what they could assume to be her guards, by the way they acted around her. And shortly after, they saw 'Cynthia and Luke', the two Red Guard who'd been captured in the earlier operation when posing as civilians on the Landcrawler. 
"So, the Princess was travellin' incognito," Silverwind surmised. "She musta been plannin' to travel on usin' the Landcrawler from here. Someone must've picked up her trail, leadin' to the attack. Which means one of those two groups that attacked the 'crawler are the ones that have her now. We know one lot are Imperials, but not who the others are". 
He grumbled as he switched off the PADD. 
"I think it's time we rejoined the others; ain't much more t' find out here".

* * *

The park was as the mink had described. A green open space in the middle of the town, it was enclosed by a thick wall, with winding paths through flourishing and well-waters green bushes, plants, trees and laws. There was even an ornamental pool in the middle, with a fountain. Also in line with what she had said, the towns' police HQ was on the opposite side of the road to the parks' entrance, within a couple of heartbeats' sprint.
There were few people around and about in the park, despite its' peace and quiet. As such, the Minks' voice could be heard in low conversation as the pair approached, from the other side of a bush, in conversation with a oddly flat-sounding male voice.
"And you're sure I should make contact with them?"
"They are looking for her too. You are both working toward the same goal. It is a logical pursuit, after all. And once you have the Princess, her information coupled with your own may bring them over to your cause. If not, we will pursue alternatives. For the meantime, they can help you recover her".
There was an annoyed sigh, and then she replied "All right."
As soon as the pair caught sight of her, however, there was no-one standing nearby at all, simply the mink standing with her arms folded, before looking over to the pair. 
"Ah, good. You turned up," she said with a hesitant smile. "So... let's talk. I have information, and I think you might want it. It's regarding a certain important woman"

* * *

The hefty-looking vulpine moved down the street, the rhino following with the trolley of parts. After leaving the main market square, the fox headed to the north of the centre of town, the opposite side of the settlement to where the [i]Claw[/i] had docked, heading out into the outer area of the city, with all of its' heavy industry. The streets grew wider and the people more sparse. Along with it, the buildings changed from residential units and retail establishments into industrial units. Chain-link fences hid away industries of all kinds and their yards. Vehicles rumbled back on forth on their business. 
At one junction, the fox stopped, and a wolf loomed out of the shadows to join him, the pair conversing quietly for a few moments, before the pair took over posession of the trolley and turned into the fenced parking lot of a warehouse. More workers, equally burly and physically fit, stood around the doors, smoking and scanning the roads with sharp, eager eyes.
As the garage-style door rolled up and raised, a scarred, [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/2409858]powerful-looking lynx[/url] was briefly visible, before the door rolled down again.

* * *

In the market, one of the smallest and brightest-eyed of the kids, a young female ferret with bright pink pigtails, nodded rapidly at Es. "Uh-huh," she said in a rapid voice. "I know who, old Doc Burton! He sells that kinda stuff!" She beckoned the feline to follow her, running on a few steps with a few of her other friends, before beckoning Es to follow, leading her into a side-street, away from the hustle and bustle, and into a narrow, sleepy street. People sat in wide porches, poking cooking fires with long sticks, or just watching the world go by from chairs in the doorways. Soft, tinny music in a variety of languages drifted, and laundry flapped on lines strung between the second-floor window. 
Ahead, a hand-made wooden sign was propped up against the wall of a porch, displaying a green cross; the universal sign for a medical establishment on Arvara.