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Gator checked the hologram on his wrist communicator. Another thief. Gator was a mercenary. One that was good enough to get a galactic pardon after an incident where he saved a Senator on Vyria YL3. Now he was offered jobs to assist local law enforcement. A development that put him at odds with some of his friends who still prefered to work for the various criminal enterprises around the galaxy, but Gator assured he was only working for the highest bidder, and right now, the government were paying a pretty penny to keep order on some of these outer worlds. 

Walking over to an atmospheric shuttle being used by law enforcement, he held up his wrist communicator and flashed his credentials. The officers stood aside to show Gator the data they had acquired. "What's an Efferus, like you doing out this way, Bounty Hunter?" An officer asked, his voice snide and condescending. Gator just smirked. "I was on vacation, but decided to help you boys out." Gator knew better than to antagonise Law Enforcement. "Anyway, I want a lift to this roof." He pointed at a building on the holo-map. "And what makes you think he's there? We already checked there," The other officer remarked. Gator shook his head. "I know. I don't think he's there-" He gestured to the slightly shorter building next to it. "- He's there, but landing a shuttle on that building will spook him." A troubled sigh. "You see, your not coming up with anything new spreading out, and the orbital platform didn't pick up any shuttles, so you should focus in. The only building without a full rooftop scan is that one there, so we can deduce that's where he is." A few grumbles from the two officers, as they readied the transport to take Gator to his desired building. 

Landing on the building, Gator exited the craft and walked over to the edge. Looking down, he could see his prey sitting there. Gator leapt from his building and landed with a loud thud behind his prey. "Voze. I'm here to take you in or offer you a deal. You give me half from what you make selling that, and I'll leave an opening for your escape when I hand you over to the authorities."