As instructed by the comlink, Shinai met the Zabrak again, this time in a crowded cantina in the lower levels. They stood together at the bar, exchanging empty pleasantries over drinks before moving to the back to get down to business. “What news?” Shinai asked. “My employer can no longer wait,” the Zabrak told him. “He wants it done tomorrow.” “Tomorrow?” “You heard me,” growled the Zabrak. “Any problems?” “No, none at all,” Shinai said. “And there’s a change in the time.” The Zabrak handed him another datacard. “This should cover everything.” “And the pay?” Shinai asked.