Cassie nodded and smiled through pleasantries with Sara, the first to show up, styming her questions by saying she wanted to wait until everone was in place rather than having to repeat herself. It wasn't that she hated repeating herself (then again who actually liked dealing with something like that) but more that she was certain she'd accidentally tell one person something and forget to inform another. Thankfully, the two men who'd responded to her holonet ad arrived just as quickly as the first -- these people sure were punctual.
"Damn, I wish I could've snapped my fingers like this back home," she muttered under her breath, though she knew in truth back home she'd never have accepted this kind of help. She straightened her shoulders, feeling slightly cowed by the man who'd introduced himself with his military credentials, and forced herself into the leader role that she had been assigned by posting the wanted ad.
"Great, everyone's here. OK, I'm looking to keep this real simple; here's our guy," she started, keeping everyone in a loose cluster. It was going to be obvious that they were all discussing something, but at least it could look like there was some kind of transaction going on rather than planning a snatch and grab. She held out her Holo Reader so everyone could see the screen easily. It offered a photo of a humanoid creature with a stocky build; a tuft of brown hair jutted from his cranium, which looked like it had been smushed between two blocks of concrete. A leering smile full of dull-looking teeth streched his face out in a gut-wrenching fashion. Underneath his photo and name, a large $30,000 credits blinked alluringly.
"Waario; he's a Drovian, so he won't be hard to miss. These guys are big, they're heavy, and they're ugly as sin. Unless, I mean, you're into that kind of thing, so no judgement here..." Cassie cleared her throat. "Anyway, he's wanted by the Republic for thievery that moved on to murder when he found out it was a lot easier to get away with things when the victim wasn't still around to tell the story. Of course, you can only do that for so long and leave a shitton of evidence lying around before the cops come calling. He ran to splitsville, which my contact tells me is here. I've been doing some recon," she added, lowering her wrist and tapping her Holo Reader screen off. "Descriptions matched what you see here, so I'm confident we're in the right place."
She raised one hand and pointed to a cantina that was a short walk away; it was mainly noticeable for its rowdy patrons that spilled out of the tent erected as its shelter, the drinkers pouring into the streets and back in again like the ebb and flow of waves on a beach. "That's his main hang out, where he stops in for a beer and probably picks up his daily mail.
"Because of the location and this douche's size, I don't think we're going to get a chance to be stealthy about this. My best thought is to talk to him while the crowd is around him and get him to come along peacefully. He has to know the jig is up, and I'm thinking, maybe he's tired of running at this point. Barring that, I do have this," and she patted her side. Next to the bat was another weapon; a baton that looked relatively harmless otherwise. "It's a stun baton. Picked it up third hand back on Coruscant; it's probably only got one or two good charges left in it, but if worst comes to worst, we'll get some exercise hauling his ass out of the bar.
"So," she finished, crossing her arms over her chest. "Any questions?"