[b]"Well, it is rather, unique. Easy to spot from a crowd - especially if they are expecting you."[/b] Adrianne said, glancing at Zhevon.
Zhevon slowly leaned back into his chair, in a bemused manner. [b]"Really? Is it really that unique?"[/b] He asked.
[b]"Best laid plans are doomed to failure Boss, or so it seems. Your call how to proceed, got eyes on you from my little posting."[/b] Stukov spoke though the communications system.

Zhevon hadn't really planned for much anyways. He sat there and tapped the chin of his helmet, [b]"Give me a moment."[/b] He said to everyone. He got up and walked to the other side of the Cafe to a table where a single fat noble sat. [b]"Excuse me sir, may I borrow some pen and paper?"[/b] Zhevon asked politely.
The fat noble turned to him slowly with a face of annoyance. [b]"You dare disturb me? Do you know who I am, peon? You wear armor yet I will wager that you cannot even hold a sword up!"[/b] He insulted. He tapped Zhevons chestplate, [b]"Is your armor made of plastic? It has no weight to it, no substance! It is fake!"[/b] By this time the noble had stood up from his seat and a good number of people were staring. The noble stood higher than the short Zhevon. [b]"Where did you get this armor? It feels as if it was made by starving children!"[/b] He commented. [b]"And this material,"[/b] He roughly grabbed some of Zhevons robe, [b]"It is coarser than sandpaper."[/b] He pushed Zhevon on the shoulder, making him step back. [b]"If I had my own blade and armor, I would show you a real warrior."[/b] The noble spat on Zhevon's boot.
Most of the people in the Cafe were snickering now.

Zhevon looked down at his boot, and then back up to the noble. [b]"Of course, my apologies."[/b] He then walked back to Adrianne's table and took his seat, his sandwich now on the table next to his tea. [b]"So. That was interesting."[/b] He said to them, [b]"It appears that not everyone knows. Judging by how he reacted and how many people were giggling. We will continue posing as we were then."[/b] He said over the communications, and to the others sitting at the table. [b]"Now, onto business."[/b] He pulled out a dataslate and placed it on the table, images of the art gallery appeared. He kept the commlink on for the rest of his team. [b]"This is our first destination. An art gallery that has raised an eyebrow, it's two stories high, and mostly features sculptures. Although there are other forms of art as well, paintings, etcetera."[/b] When nobody was looking, bits of the sandwich disappeared from small bites, and the tea as well. [b]"I don't know what to expect in this art gallery, nor do I know what we will be looking for. So everyone will have to keep an eye out while we're there. I will leave first, then the rest of us will meet up at the front steps of the Gallery. Leave in twos or threes, take your time."[/b] He said, by this time his tea was finished and there was only about half of the sandwich left. He picked it up with his hands then got up and left the Cafe. [b]"The Gallery is just down the street a few blocks to the right. Can't miss it."[/b] He said into the commlink, so that his entire retinue heard.

As he left the spaceport, he looked back at the massive tower and took a bite of his sandwich. Two massive statues stood guard at the entrance to the space port, each one holding a sword up to the stars, with impressive armor and chiseled faces. Zhevon swore they were looking right back at him. He looked away and walked down the street, finishing his sandwich and picking up a small book from a magazine and newspaper stand. When he arrived at the large Gallery, he examined it. It was on an elevated platform, stairs lead up to the entrance of the Gallery. It was different than most Imperial architecture, emulating ancient Terran culture, it had massive stone columns and multiple doors. The building itself appeared to be made out of the same stone, it was like a work of art in of itself. He sat on one of the twenty steps leading up to the Gallery, which was closed, and opened his book, reading it to pass the time.