Tyllia showed up as agreed upon. In the back of her head was lodged the possibility that this was a trap. That she had miscalculated along the way; that an inquisitor would show up after having received an anonymous tip; or a Cartel hit squad would swarm the place to deal with the upstarts who had given insult.

But while these were possibilities, she did not think them probable. Still, she had drawn the hood down over her face as she approached; hoping to find the others first before heading inside.

Soleene also showed up to meet the sisters as soon as the morning started, true to her word. She was probably less worried about the circumstances of the meeting and more curious about the job itself. She didn't know the sisters very well and likely suspected that this wasn't going to be some easy job. They could have pulled anyone off the streets for that.

She gave a deep nod at Tyllia to greet her when she approached, "Morning."

The nod was returned; the brief hint of heavy bags underneath Tyllia's eyes indicating that she had; perhaps; not had a good night's rest.

"Wasn't sure if you'd show up."

There was a low chuckle heard from underneath her helmet. "You're thinking I would get cold feet about this? We just met but I guess that seems like a fine assumption. Actually, kind of curious about where this goes. I'm less interested in the money and more about the ends."

Deonis showed up just a bit later than the other two nodding to each in turn. He had his cloak wrapped around him and pulled back his hood his sword was strapped to his back as usual.

Soon the familiar sound of a speeder pulling up outside could be heard and the opening and closing of a single door. A Chiss woman flanked by two Weequay, all dressed in fine suits, made their way over toward the group. Nearby was an old bar covered in debris but was serviceable enough for their needs.

"Tyllia Mantero, Drinks, and Soleene of I presume correct?" the woman spoke with a military clip. Setting a briefcase down on the former bar as she appraised each of them.

Deonis nodded regarding the Chiss woman with a cold blank stare of his visor. "Who are you?"

She had given the mandalorian a nod; resisting the urge to make a quip about giving up her share of the payout if she didn't care about it anyway. Not much time for small-talk in any event, with Deonis arriving followed by the speeder. A curious person showing up shortly after.

Another Chiss.

Very curious.

"That is correct," she said, ignoring the fact the woman had seen fit to get some of their names wrong. Wasn't hers, in any case. She gave the woman a similarly appraising look in return. "There seem to be quite a few... Chiss, was it? Quite a few of you on this planet if personal experience is anything to go by. Well, not relevant I suppose. Still, an interesting observation."

"And there are quite a few humans infesting every corner of the galaxy they can lay claim to," she looked to Tyllia, the red orbs of her eyes beading down on her. "Now, if your preoccupation with my biology is satisfied we have business with which to attend."

The woman's focus shifts dramatically toward Deonis, "I'm your handler. Requested by Minn and Iris to handle problematic assets, that's you," she glanced between each member of the group. "They have credits and you have expertise, I am here to facilitate an exchange."

"I'm not sure what we've done to be called problematic," she said with neutral tone of voice, "But regardless, let's talk business. What have you got for us?"

"That's right." She said with a nod, her tone a bit more cautious as it wasn't one of the Wraith sisters. It was probably lucky that they manage to catch a meeting with one of them personally but not everyone was worthy of meeting them face to face all the time, especially when they had a network of lackeys. This was admittedly a bit of a downer but she supposed she could keep her head on the task and see if any other tidbits will trickle afterwards.

She merely gave a nod. Yes, what Tyllia said.

"What you've done, and your friend in part," the woman says glancing from Tyllia to Deonis, shaking her head she raised a hand and cut any replies short. "Be opaquely coy if you wish, I don't have time for it. As you suggested, to business," she said as she unlatched the case she'd brought with her.

Within there were an assortment of documents, but most important seemed to be a singular folder which she pulled out and lay atop the case. Glancing about the space one of the Weequay came forward and wiped away a large pile of the debris resting on top to make room. Spreading the contents from the folder atop the freshly made space the woman stepped aside and gave them access.

"Five thousand credits dead, six thousand alive. A local dealer with some sway has elected to go against the Wraith Sisters instead of playing ball. Holding up in his apartment complex which he has reinforced against intrusion. Knowing, likely, the sisters do not take kindly to the kinds of insults he levied on them. Eliminate the target, word will spread through the street quickly enough and you will be approached and paid upon such time."

Soleene approached to take a look at the documents, trying to take in as much information about the target in particular. "Seems simple at face value. A dealer with sway and enough credits to keep himself guarded, I imagine. Do we know how much reinforcement he has exactly? If we do capture him alive, is there a place we should be dropping him off? The one thousand credit different might be more trouble all things depending."

Deonis shrugged when she looked to him, the Wraith sister's entourage acted the same way he had so not sure why it seemed he had done something wrong. Seemed like common sense to reach for a weapon when violence broke out. No worries to him though.

He looked over any photos to get the person's face in his mind he nodded.

Images provided show a Gand, often accompanied by a few hulking bodyguards. One of the major identifying factors is a long scar across the top of his head which has a tattoo added along the bottom of the length of it. Many of the pictures show him in various states of dress and location but there is a trend toward the bottom of the pile outside this one apartment complex. Further pictures detail the apartment complex and show individuals often seen alongside this Gand in others watching terminals as well as entry and exit points.

One picture, taken from outside the balcony of one of the other rooms in the complex shows the door of his room which has been reinforced. Likely something that was not a recent addition but one prepared in the off-chance he ever came to needing this safehouse.

"He's relatively wealthy, and that sway plays a part, but his goons are all just that- goons. Hired thugs without any loyalty. Kill off enough and the others will get the message, or find another way," she glances out and around the room they're in currently. "Should you capture him alive bring him here, someone will come here first to meet you once things kick off. Though.. if things do not go loud," she looks to the group and smirks, "though I doubt that, but if they do someone will be watching this location and be ready to inform us of your arrival."

"Got it, so we have to make our own escape then. It seems that you'd prefer to have him alive," she said as she tilted her head slightly. "I'll aim for that to start, of course, these things can sometimes get unpredictable once we get into it."

She gave a glance to her two other associates, as she didn't know how they worked exactly or how they approached things.

Deonos listened impassively for a moment then nodded again "Not great at alive but not impossible. Can use, restraint, if necessary."

"My employers," she glances between Soleene and Deonis specifically but does include Tyllia as well, "Our employers preference is only that, a preference. Our goals are just as easily met with him expiring, as you no doubt see reflecting in the potential rewards."

"So, do we have a deal?" she queries, extending her hand toward the group. Caring not, seemingly, whom would step forward.

Tyllia would be the one to step forward and shake the hand. Given the opinion arrayed against them, negotiating for a better price would probably be ill-advised right now.

"Sounds like a deal to me."

Soleene only gave a few moments of conversation before she agreed in the same way, shaking the Chiss woman's hand. "Sure, you have yourself an accord."