Rek felt naked now walking without his armor on. Strange just a couple of weeks ago he had never even wore the stuff. Ader had told him that T-visor was now his face to the world, Rek now realized he didn't even need to say it, it now came natural to wear it at all times. The life of a mercenary meant that at any moment anything could happen, and usually it was something lethal that broke loose. That helmet gave security and presence to the wearer, and was more valuable an ally than any army. The only reason he didn't wear it now was this Harlon probably knew Mandalorians were tracking him, and that same presence of the T-visor would stick out like a sore thumb in a busy city like Coronet. More importantly as a native Corellian, Rek was just an average bystander going about his business that no one would suspect.
"Any change?" Ader voice came over the comlink he wore in his ear.
"Two humans went in about an hour ago, but not much else." Rek replied.
"Well, hows it feel