Mira was neither of those. "It's about time you got here." She said as she heard the lift doors open. While she was not Force sensitive at all, she just knew somehow that it was him. Finally, Mira turned and looked up at the Inquisitor. "So what is your plan? Or do you even have one this time?" She asked as she smoothed the lapel of her black coat with her fingertips. The woman was always very well put together, classy, and generally looked as though she belonged on the arm of an aristocrat, not as an Imperial Intelligence Agent. That fact, was what made her so perfect for the job.

Of course, there were a list of 'government' officials that she was to be looking into (new senators and the likes), but for now, she was there to assist Animus.

Mira offered a small smile, not much at all, but it was enough. "And you know very well that I am not force sensitive, and if I was, well, I would be alot better at my job than I am." She said before she brought up a list on the holopad. Truth was, she was very good at her job.

"So where would you like to start." She held out the holo with the list to him, noting his clenched mechanical fist.

He stared down at his comlink at the incoming message, it was a codename he thought he'd never see again. All the bittersweet memories coming back to him. He looked up casually, knowing the scrutiny of surveillance around the Senate building to be very heavy. He continued walking his usual route, until he got inside his own hovercar. He called up to his driver, "Watson, I think I'd like to be closer to the people today." His driver would recognize the hidden meaning in his words, and he would drive off. Going the usual route, until they got up to a detour for one of the main traffic lanes. "Looks like we'll have to take the detour, Sir. Apologies for the delay back home to the missus." He would nod at his driver's response, as they descended to their true destination, the underworld of Imperial City.

She put her datapad away and offered a smile before he walked away and she began to follow. "So what is your plan? You track him and I....?" she knew that she would have to distract the Jedi or something so that Animus could make his move, but she was unsure if that was his idea yet or not.

She sighed and looked to the squad leader. "According to this, the first possible site we should check is here...." Mira pointed to a spot on the map that was pulled up on the datapad. "Two units of abandoned apartments that some have been seen coming and going from. It's a long shot, but more likely than anywhere heavily populated. A Jedi wouldn't want to stand out, and he would, amongst the scum that resides down in this hole." She quipped before she handed the datapad to the squad leader.

"And don't worry about hurting me. You won't." She snapped as she started walking in the direction of the sector that was going to be searched first. "We have to appeal to their need to help the innocent and those in distress. One of a Jedi's weaknesses, so I have been told." Mira had honestly never met a Jedi, aside from Animus, so she took his word on the things that he had told her about them. "You know the plan....it's simple. So stick to it." She ordered firmly.

From that moment on, Agent Naeva, was bait.

Watson brought the car down to an open sewage canal. "Will this suffice, sir?"

"I'm sure Mrs. Entrente wouldn't mind if we have a little fun tonight, " he grinned at Watson's shocked reaction to his wayward drunkard appearance. "I have you on the usual emergency frequency if I need a quick lift." He slid out of the back of the sleek black hovercraft after making sure his mini-blaster was secure underneath his scuffed up leather jacket. He began staggering down the maintenance platform of the sewage canal before the hovercar lifted off and melded into the darkened and abandoned traffic lanes of the city's underlevels.

He looked around half-drunkenly making sure the coast was clear before whipping out his commlink, making it seem to any unknown observers that he was making an inspired drunk call. He dialed his source and whispered a quick message, "I'm entering the club." More code phrases meaning that he is ready to make physical contact. He continued down the sewage line, moving haphazardly up a service ladder to an apartment level inhabited only by rats and the very worst spice addicts. This is where his hastily designed disguise will either allow him to pass undisturbed or cost him his life.

He made his way to the under-level, seeking first to encounter those most oppressed by this Empire. He saw a squad of men in white armor, led by a woman, and he approached them.

"Evening comrades." He said. Did Imperials call eachother comrades? He didn't know. In that moment, the young man decided that he thought the woman leading them was attractive, and had now impulsively decided to approach her.

His garb, while typical - wasn't of poor make or quality, he appeared as if he had money. On an off handed glance, he'd probably look like some Senator's son, or perhaps a planetary business man's son. The way he carried himself, his bearing was soaked in self confidence and agile movement. He was a fighter of sorts, one could only imagine.

Of course, Mira played it up a little, wincing and protesting as he yanked on her arm. "Let me go! I didn't do anything!" Mira complained before her gaze turned to the young man. Her gaze was pleading, but if the man was truly a supporter of the Empire, then he would move on. For the moment, anyone that approached would be considered to be a possible traitor.

"Nothing to see here, sir." The other stormtrooper said finally. Meanwhile, Mira fought against his grip, though not as hard as she really could have. His grip was enough that bruises were starting to form on her pale arm.