Spent three days in the cantinas and shadowports of Ord Mantell. Sorr's careful. Smart. Changed his name three times since Jakku.
But he made mistakes.
His accounts leave traces. A drink at the same bar every third day. A weakness for Sabacc. A contact who supplies his medications—he's got a respiratory condition from a chemical attack on Coruscant. Karma.
He's holed up in an abandoned industrial sector. Old Separatist factory, heavily fortified. Motion sensors, armed guards, escape tunnels.
Not amateur work. He's paranoid. As he should be.
I've mapped his routine. He ventures out every four days for supplies. Next window: tomorrow evening.
Time to prepare.
This is the way.