[h1][center]The Glasgow- Coruscant [/center][/h1]

As The Glasgow settled into it's docking struts, Travis sent Adrian to go pay the credit entry fee with what little they had, as he addressed the rest of his gathered operatives, and those who came with them on the ship would be addressed, though their local celebrity from the Daedalus had already left for the Jedi Temple. So he included them in the comm channel, by appearing on their omni-tool. "I will be sending Miss Wilkes, and Mr.Imura down to the Jedi temple, you will be going in armor. Mr.Imura your objective will be to find whatever data we can that's still standing at this Jedi Temple, we'll give it to The Resurgence to mull over when we get back to the mists. Miss Wilkes, you will be making sure everyone comes back alive." Travis, cleared his throat, and nodded at the two N7 operatives, who filed out of the room. 
"Three of you will be heading to whatever passes for a bank on this planet, and we will be siphoning as many credits we can get away with. Keep cover, go in civilian clothing, and keep your weapons folded in your jackets. Last thing we need is a shoot out, in the streets here. And the rest of you, will be finding out what you can by eavesdropping, hacking, or infiltrating various points in the city. If we can enter targets will be The Senate, any military bases, prisons, and finally integrating yourself with whatever criminal element is in the city. If you need your armor, then keep it in the shuttle until you need it, we will not be marching through the streets in full armor. This isn't home, we'll stick out like a sore thumb. That's all Travis out." He ended the message, and let his crews get to work. 

As the various crews went to carry out their missions, Travis cracked his fingers against his other hand, a nervous tick, before turning to Adrian who had made his way back into the ship. "Start letting other crew members go on shore leave, split whats left of our credits evenly among them. Whatever comes in from our siphons should be funneled into a shell bank account, then funneled into a real one. I'll be in my quarters, you take shore leave if you need it." Before the other man could speak, Travis left the room. He was going to monitor the away teams in his quarters to ensure things went smoothly. 

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[center]Sarah Wilkes, Roger Imura - Coruscant, Jedi Temple. [/center]

The two operatives didn't say a word as the shuttle left the hangar bay of The Glasgow, they didn't anything as they knew what they were about to do. A two man crew infiltrating one of the most locked down places, on the enemies version of the Citadel. Instead they busied themselves with inspecting their weapons. Imura was one of the best marksmen, and infiltrators that the ship had to offer. So he had taken with him his Incisor sniper rifle, and the N7 Hurricane serving as his primary. His drone would act as his spotter, and his cloaking device would be more his shield, than the actual shielding his armor provided. Sarah would go outfitted with her standard avenger, and service pistol. But the biotics she would be bringing to bear would more than offset whatever the temple threw at them. 

As the shuttle cut through the skies of Coruscant, the two could only stare agape. The buildings dwarfed anything that could be built on the citadel. This planet made the citadels construction look like shoddy craftsmen ship for sure, but they weren't here to gawk at the sights they were here for a mission, but Sarah couldn't help but chuckle at the idea that the others blending in like tourists visiting the big city wouldn't be apt. "Get ready, we're coming up on the temple!" The pilot shouted back, and the two operatives sprang up. They had thought about going in loud, and linking up with the Daedalus crew later, but instead they had the shuttle put them down outside of detection range, and leave. The pair would then link up with the Daedalus crew when they got the chance, instead choosing to move cover, to cover.