The speeder returned the next night, and the night after, spending most nights of the week at the same mansion, which belonged to a diplomat from Hapes - knowledge that they gained from their new allies, the Marauders. They also learned that the diplomat was away on business in the capital city. His wife, however, was still there.
Hastaati base also ceased to be less of a mystery. They had quickly learned that the Marauders had contacts within the base itself. Stormtroopers, mainly, and low level techs looking to earn a few extra credits by selling on munitions and food supplies, which the Marauders then sold on at eye gouging prices in the poorer districts of Anaxe, and in other cities. Through those, the Nexus slowly formed their infiltration plan: pose as Marauder grunts on the next supply run, where they would be greeted by guards on the Marauders' payroll. It was simple, efficient and low risk. That just left what to do once they were inside the base, and that came down to the mystery caller.
The woman rarely left her home, and even then the house was always full with staff and servants, so infiltration during the daytime to plant bugs and other surveillance devices were a no go. This left them with no choice but to wait for night time, where they would aim their laser microphones at each window and just hope that she and the mystery caller - a general, they knew at least that much from his uniform - would drop some personal information that they could search for. Unfortunately, people tend to not use someone else's full name, and it was the third night when they even learned their first names. Keti'van, the wife and a minor royal, who was often called 'Ketika' by the General, whose name, they learned, was Gerad. Or Ken-Gera, as Keti'van often called him. After that, they had the Marauders make some subtle, gentle enquiries with their contacts to learn that his name was Gerad Lehman, director of operations at the base. A grand title that meant that his sole responsibility was the day to day running of Hastaati base and was little more than honorific, given that lieutenants were probably all he had command over. Luna wondered if he had run afoul of some politicking, committed a career ruining mistake, or was simply not good at his job. She hoped for the latter. A careless caretaker would make their job inside the base that much easier.
Certainly he was lazy in his personal security while in Anaxe. He would drive straight from the base, directly to this house, without even bothering to run any counter espionage measures like checking for tails, using a circuitous route to hide his final destination, nothing. And while the house for the diplomat from the Hapes Consortium did have exterior surveillance cams, they were standard issue and easy enough to hack. They just couldn't get in to the house itself.
Until tonight.
It was a quarter moon and overcast. Not perfect conditions but it did mean they could safely get to within 20 metres without being seen in the near dark, the street lamps turning off at 1AM on the dot, every night like clockwork. Luna led Hoshi and Amoya down the street, hopping from dark patch to dark patch, parked speeder to parked speeder, bush to bush until they were directly outside the gate to the Hapes mansion.
Luna took out her commlink and keyed on the transmitter, sending two clicks.
Two clicks responded from Twitch, who was in an overwatch position in a skyscraper, a mile away. Seconds went by as Twitch relayed the commands to team two, who was in charge of the home's security, before sending the all clear signal - three clicks. Luna gave Hoshi the go signal and tensed her body in preparation. They had practiced this manoeuvre all day - it took her several hours of practice just to stop saying 'wheee!' - so that they would get it right on this one occasion. Even still, it was night time, in the real world. Those two things alone can change the outcome of a well practiced act. So when Hoshi extended her arms and Luna flew into the air, she was overshot, five feet too high over the fence and landed hard on the top, grunting loudly as the wind was driven from her lungs. Luna tensed, not daring to move, not even to look behind her to see if she had been noticed. Nothing happened. All was quiet in the house.
