Finally. It had taken long enough even just to find anyone who knew something about the band he was looking for. They certainly were elusive enough. In a way, he was thankful - the longer the Imperials had to employ him, the more of their credits he could gain in return. But at the same time, it had been starting to get tiring. Never to the point of giving up, though. Once he had a job he never gave up. And it had paid off. One of the members of the crowd ahead fit the descriptions he’d been given after posing as a common visitor to Lothal. Now all he had to do was catch him and bring him back to the complex.
Subtly signalling to the stormtrooper squad following him from far enough away so as not to attract attention, Bane quietly slipped into the shadows of an alley. The troopers continued on into the throng, as though carrying out usual Imperial business - making sure nothing illegal was going on, and searching any individuals they deemed suspicious-looking. With any luck it would draw his target out. Or at least make him nervous. Coming to a patch of ground with no one about, the Duros flicked on his rockets and made his way up to the top of a building. From there he had a good view, and would be able to move fast without the troops blocking his way. It didn’t take long to find his target again. The short ponytail was ridiculous. Kneeling, Bane settled down to wait, hand resting on one of his blasters and waiting for the opportune moment to strike.
