"From what we were told by General Garza, the underground prison that she was being held in featured some of the best security in the galaxy, including cells that were lined with electricity and other incentives for prisoners to stay put instead of trying to break out. It bothers me that a supposed maximum security facility could be disabled from the outside so easily." She snapped her fingers in recollection.
"You might want to bring in that hacker friend of yours, the one that Voldon mentioned as the 'skinny twat who saved our lives' at the Alliance tower. He might be able to help you pick up a trail." Yerbol groaned inwardly at the thought of having to look at Junoco's smug face when they came to him for help AGAIN, but Malu was right; they would need his level of expertise.
"One more thing: Garza told us that the entire facility was empty. No guards, no prisoners, nothing. It was as if the entire facility had been abandoned. They haven't been able to find missing personnel or captives since then, which makes me think that this was a coordinated effort by a group of professionals who went out on a limb to free Jean." The Elder shook her head as she motioned for them to go.
"Just leave now. I'll make sure that your classes and arses are covered for a few days while you sort things out."
"I don't like doing this behind the Council's back, Malu." 
"Neither do I, darling. But if my suspicions are correct about who's behind this, then I hope our little ploy will make sense."
"I do too." 

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"It still stinks." Yerbol muttered, walking up the reconstructed ramp that led further into the Undercity of Coruscant, eyes attempting to adjust the lower level of lighting that was emitted from crooked street lamps and neon lighting from a few newer looking clubs that weren't there before the Xiis attempted to destroy the infrastructure of the planet. Maybe more people felt like they needed to get away now? He would've thought the successful government would drive people AWAY from establishments that had holograms of scantily clad aliens and humans of both genders suggestively motioning for them to come in, but then again, whether in success or failure there would still be the perceived "need" for establishments like these. 
"And now it's gotten even seedier." To their left had been an empty loading area, but was now converted into one such club, two hostesses standing outside and welcoming a few uniformed officers that came from a corridor just off the main thoroughfare the Champions stood on. As the hostesses walked away, Yerbol looked for a brief moment and nodded before making eye contact with his partner and smirking:
"I think that an outfit like that would look amazing on you...Although I do remember seeing something similar a couple of weeks ago that was quickly removed..." He trailed off, obviously enjoying their relationship status as they hung a right into a slightly narrower interior hallway that branched left and right, the occasional droid skimming around them to deliver whatever message they were programmed to. The Champion dug into his pocket and withdrew the miniature nav unit, map projecting from the circular object. 
"So this was where he said he'd meet us." A red blip indicated the spot Junoco wanted the two to be at once they arrived, promising that he would be able to deliver "the kind of info that'll knock your bloody sabers off!" before adding he would even be doing this "free of chrage" due to the kind of threat Soto possessed. 
"Why am I not surprised he hasn't shown up yet?" He blew out a sigh, feeling out his environment with the Force to no avail. 
"I knew we should've taken along that Alliance tech specialist." When they had arrived on Coruscant and spoken to General Garza at the Alliance tower, she had not only given them the location of the prison on their map, but also wanted to send a tech specialist to help them with whatever they needed. Knowing that Junoco probably had a rap sheet the size of a small asteroid field, they had turned down her offer and said that they had their own source that was "trustworthy"(in hindsight, maybe Yerbol shouldn't have used that word). Even though Junoco had indeed helped thwart the Xiis, Yerbol had a feeling that throwing his name into the open as one of their allies might not have been the wisest choice with the Alliance attempting to build an image of honesty and integrity. Integrity, of course, was a trait that the smuggler did not seem to possess in the highest amounts, proven by his tardiness to their meeting. 
"I say we head to the prison and hope he catches up."
"Well that's no way to greet an old friend, is it?" The voice was tinny, seeing as it came from speakers embedded into the nav unit, but it was unmistakable.
"Junoco, what-"
"I'm already at the prison. Decided that it would be easier to, you know, scout the area out before you lot came around. Just follow the path laid out for you on the map that should appear...now." A red line ran from where they stood down a number of different corridors before finally reaching an end point that matched up exactly with the coordinates Garza gave them. 
"This should make your path much less conspicuous. See you when you get here!" 
"I'm not even going to ask how he found out about the location."