A flash of relief shivered through Zes as he felt Malcom lose his grip and fall. The undercover assassin peaked his head to the side and watched as the armored man fell. A smirk formed on the Falleen's face as he watched the fool fall through traffic seemingly headed for a fall not even he would survive. The smirk disappeared more quickly than it came as Malcom impacted with a large freighter then latched himself onto it. Luck was not on Zes' side today. He sighed angrily then clenched onto the controls of his speeder and rocketed forward as he sped through traffic, getting out of the sight of the armored commander. He had failed in his attempt to take the man's life, a rarity for the skilled assassin. Malcom had been a constant thorn on the Sith's side for a very long time, his death would've been welcome news for many in the Empire. Still the day was not lost entirely, he had provided an ample distraction for the infiltration of the Temple and now he had to flee. 

Zes suspected just about every single Republic soldier on Coruscant knew of his attack on Malcom, though his identity had not been compromised. He needed to ditch this speeder as soon as possible then find his way back to the underbelly of the world where his contact awaited his return. A change of clothes would be a wise idea as well. He could still disappear into the streets then leave this wretched, disgusting world behind. It was so rift with corruption and failure, a true monument to the Republic. He couldn't wait to be off it and back to Korriban. 

The sith's eyes caught sight of a parking lot to located below the flow of traffic. Next to an apartment complex, it would do for a spot to discard his ship. He was not that far from where his contact suggested them to meet up once the mission was finished. A seedy, unimportant dive bar tucked in the mean streets of Coruscant where the authorities did not often go. Once he met up with his contact then he'd be ferried off world before going on his way back to Korriban. He wouldn't have dared to fly his Imperial Interceptor to this world, that would have set off all kinds of alarms. Instead he had to rely on the trusting his contact though Zes had no reason to suspect the man of treachery beyond his usual paranoia of people. He had not told the contact of his exact plannings, as far as they knew he was simply a Sith that had business on Coruscant. The credits in the man's pockets ended any potential questioning. 

The speeder gently set down in the parking lot, in a corner of the busy lot. He could ditch the vehicle here, take everything he brought with then start walking towards the meetup point. Along the way he'd find a merchant selling clothing and take care of the issue. Zes briefly thought of torching the speeder but that would only draw more eyes. There was nothing to link it to him. The robed assassin climbed out of the speeder with swiftness, the only thing he brought with him not on attached to him was a compact satchel containing some essential supplies and explosives. As he hooked it around one shoulder the Falleen walked quietly away from the speeder and out of the parking lot. None of the denizens of the area gave him much more than a passing glance before returning to their mundane lives. 

Zes walked down a long busy street filled with people, aliens of all shapes and varieties. As he did so many times before he seemingly disappeared into the crowd, well on his way to getting off Coruscant. The burden of failure hung in his head, the thought of Malcom still taking breath jabbed at the back of his head. He felt his hand begin to shake in anger before he seized control of his emotions. The assassin would address his own failures once he was offworld and back in Sith space. Still, the day was far from a lost one.