Remy walked to his contact with a charming grin and open arms, grasping arms and talking fast. The snowspeeders were to be destroyed to the point of no tracing and but the guns returned in 2 weeks, acid washed. He nodded and schmoozed a wad of euros, god did they make these things easier!, to the man's palm.
He bounced up the plane's stairs, cocky and ready for some trouble.