Another uneasy night, though with none of the information operations run by rank amateurs of before. The streets are deserted, especially after the brief exploding speeder action of the previous evening, and only a few beings walk here, mostly by twos for safety. But it is quiet and still, a city in waiting. A slightly larger group moves along the edge of the street, their postures slightly hunched like the rest and the collars of their coats turned up. Karrde walks between two of his security, slightly back, wearing a dark coat with a waterproof hood and a long cut down to his knees. "One less to worry about, anyway," he murmurs to the others as they walk. "The more who find their own way out of the city, the better."