Morad was suprised to hear that the clone gave a bombardment of letters and numbers, and then waited for his 'name' name. After a few moments it was given, Kal, and Morad seemed to relax a little bit. He wasn't exactly sure why, but the thought of being able to call him by his name comforted him like a master's encouragement.

As the two of them strode into the mass of civilians, escaping the scene they had caused back there, Morad's mind tried to find some conversation. Sadly, they were surrounded by the clones shepparding the innocent bistanders, there was no way of making any relavent communication.

After a while of quick walking, Morad noticed a tall, lanky, hooded man standing just inside the shadow of an ally. Luckily, he was a ways away, so he had time to watch what the man did. Another man, this one well built, walked up to the man and gave him some money. After they both stepped farther into the ally, they reamerged, the 'customer' walking along while pushing a speeder bike out. Morad had earlier nudged Kal and nodded in the direction.

God I hope he saw that.

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