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The spy was uncomfortable.
It wasn’t the crowd, even though it ran thick with beings scarcely avoiding running into one another, their body heat compounding on itself until the building felt as hot as a sauna. No, she’d been in crowds before, but usually sweltering, seedy, and barely lit cantinas. This large commercial center wasn’t her usual scene at all.
“Why here?” she asked her contact, sitting across from one another with cheap, greasy meals on a table.
“They look in the underworld,” the other said. “They don’t look here.” She gave the slightest nod towards a pair of stormtroopers.
She could see what her companion meant. While the soldiers could be said to be patrolling, it was only in the loosest sense. They looked just to be there as a formality, a reminder of the Empire’s eyes while only barely serving as such. Just a pair of stormtroopers to keep an eye on thousands of beings, probably looking for nothing more than petty theft.
The shoppers weren’t paying her and her companion any mind, either.
It wasn’t safe, and she still felt on edge, but she could understand the reasoning.
“What do you need me to do?” she asked.