[indent][i][color=gray]Planet Luynus - Snoria Bazaar - Early Evening[/color][/i][/indent] The crowds were slightly thinner in the southern part of the Bazaar, where the rows of vendors became more narrow and the stalls more quaint. Still, the stream of potential buyers that flowed through the little alleys was enough to make many off-worlders feel swamped. The muggy air and mixture of various smells, both human and produced, made for an uncomfortable environment as sweaty bodies slid past each other in effort to get to their destination. The odd quick moving child signified a failed attempt at pick-pocketing and was amusing, if not worrying, to watch. Oliver Thane was actually the kind of person that liked this environment, and to a certain degree it reminded him of the markets back in New Shanghai - although they contained far less crime and were more [i]legitimate[/i]. He dressed very casually for the mission, wearing old-school military boots with dark grey jeans (not tucked into the boots), a black zipped hoody and a knee-long overcoat. The hoody, which he wore with the hood up over his head, was more special than it appeared to the average eye; it was inlined with special fibres that caused optical aberration to average CCTV equipment and even low tier eye cybernetics. What this meant was that most surveillance looking at him with his hood up would see a blurry face. The hoody was not the only protection he had though, as he wore a holster concealed beneath his jacket where he kept a silenced pistol. Hardly the most effective set-up for a combat situation, but he hoped it wouldn’t come to that anyway. Strolling through the crowds with confidence and purpose, Thane kept his eye out for any suspicious activity. It was not hard for him to blend in with the crowds and pretend to be someone else - after all, that was how he lived his life. This act was a charade within a charade. [i]"Here we are."[/i] Thane thought to himself as he came across a small coffee vendor nestled between an assortment of other food and drink vendors. The neon clad stall was named ‘The Emperor’s Cup’ and had a rather dirty feel to it. Six empty barstools lined the front of the grimy looking counter and it was clear that this place didn't get as much business as it could have. The sole worker, an old man with wrinkled olive skin and balding white hair, stood slumped lazily against the back wall of the small stall [b]"Medium honeybean please, with a pinch of nutmeg."[/b] The order was delivered clearly but quietly by Thane as he took a seat. The elderly vendor perked up in response and gave a quick look around. [b]"Do I know you from somewhere, your face seems familiar. Maybe from the Felguim district?"[/b] the elderly man's response was exactly what Thane expected, a security phrase that let him know that he was dealing with the right Nym agent. The little act continued as the vendor handed over a cup of coffee with a smile. [b]"Name's Trojan, I think that we may both know Helix."[/b] This of course was yet another coded phrase. It signified that Thane was a spy and that he wanted a message passed on, in this case being to 'Helix'. As Thane spoke he handed the vendor a small chip in exchange for the coffee, which to any onlookers would seem like a normal transaction. [b]"Ah of course! I'm supposed to be meeting her later, so I'll make sure to say 'hello' for you."[/b] The vendor of course wouldn't be meeting with Helix; he would be sending the heavily encoded chip through a series of channels right back into the heart of the Republic. But he wasn’t going to say that in public. In fact Thane guessed it could be weeks before his contact retrieved the chip, if at all. The chip could only be read by ‘Helix’, and anyone else that attempted to open or hack it would immediately cause the destruction of the data. [b]"I'd appreciate that. Have a nice day."[/b] Thane said with a genuine smile as he clambered off his seat and once more merged into the crowd, dodgy coffee in hand. He then continued to stroll through the bazaar, slowly but surely making his way towards the spot he knew that Anson and some of the others would be meeting. He was not too far out when he got the message. [i][color=f26522][/color][/i] Thane wasn’t the most comfortable with the whole ‘thought message’ system, finding it somewhat unnatural, but he certainly appreciated the practicality of it. He would have appreciated the practicality of it more if he could make it work efficiently. As it was Thane needed use his mouth to utter his words silently, or else his messages sometimes became jumbled; understandable really, given how much thought and care he needed to put into every sentence. [color=f7976a][i][/i][/color]