Galactic date: 3 February, 1 BBY

Location: Nexus Claw

The two fire teams gathered at the ship's bridge, planning their next play. "So where do we start looking? Space lounges? Locals?" Asked Ezra as he stared at the hologram image of the infamous squad 40. "Fortunately that's not the only option we have." Numa switched the image to a young man with a heavy blaster in his holster. He was wearing a yellow and blue jumpsuit with dark jeans. "This, is Lando Calrissian. He has over hundreds of contacts just on Garel, and leave alone the rest of the galaxy."

"Aw, not this scum again! Last time I met him, he was trying to steal my..." He was interrupted when Fives landed a punch on his shoulder, signaling him to stop. "So you'd rather stay with a bunch of clones ready to use you for target practice?" Ezra sighed in frustration and held back his unpleasant memories of the smuggler. "Fine. Where do we start?"

"Like you said Sabine...I mean Ezra, the bars." Replied Numa. Fives couldn't help but curse under his breath. "General Jarrus, you son of a..." Waxer threw him his blaster and caught him by surprise. "Let's just get to work." Said Waxer. "Okay. Unless someone has a better idea, I vote we split up in pairs. I'll go with Marek. Waxer, you stick with your sister. Delta, it's your own call. Fives, Ordo, stay with the ship. Clear?"

"Yes sir." The clones replied in unison while Numa and Fives simply nodded. The crew headed outside with parts of their armor stripped, making their appearance more like a bounty hunter than a clone.

Marek strutted down the streets of Garel with his new friend. The two entered a bar and plopped down at the corner. "Huh. None of these guys seem to even have a clue a war is going on out there." Ezra groaned. "Hey kid. Isn't it weird to bring a child to a bar like this?" Marek pointed at a kid that was sitting at the other side of the bar. He was accompanied by a bounty hunter like man and an armed Ithorian.

"Too weird. I say we start with them." Said Ezra. "Agreed." The two got up from their seats and walked casually towards the child with their drinks. They leaned by the wall next to them and started chatting. "This Lando Calrissian is really getting on my nerves." Said Ezra. "Too bad we don't have the resources to put him on his knees." Marek made a fake grunt to get the bounty hunter's attention.

"Then you've found the right man. My name is Boil, former clone. And I can help you out with the right amount." The bounty hunter, Boil, spoke up, just as Ezra and Marek wished. "Sure. We could use a hand." Ezra replied casually, trying to hide the shock of discovering the lieutenant's second brother. "How much?"

"I don't take creds. I'll help you, if you can just fix my head." Boil groaned. Ezra knew exactly what he was talking about, and was quick to come up with a solution. "Well Mr. Boil, you've found the right man as well. Walk with me." Boil got up with his customized DC-15 and left his seat with the kid. "Here we go again, Statura."

Ezra quietly activated his comlink while the others weren't looking. "Waxer, we got a key man. He claims he can lead us to Lando." Waxer was drinking a bottle of Malastare brew when his comlink rang like an alarm. "That's some good news..." Waxer turned his attention to a smuggler bugging his sister a few seats away. "...but I got my own problems here. Gonna take some time."

"Hey try not to use your fists ok? We can't afford making new enemies right now." Ezra then asked Marek to head for Waxer's location while he brought the bounty hunter and his ward back to the Nexus Claw. His comlink suddenly crackled to life when he was only halfway there. "This is Delta-1, we found their hideout, or what's left of it. Sending coordinates to your hud."

"I'll send Waxer right now. Find whatever you can and return to the ship before 09:00. Understood?" Ezra transferred the coordinates to Waxer and continued to proceed back to the ship. "Yes general." Replied the clones. Waxer signaled Numa to lose the smuggler, but to his surprise, the smuggler tagged along. "It's all right. He's Lando. Good luck out there."

By now Ezra and Boil have already reached the Nexus Claw. He called to Ordo and helped Boil into the sick bay. The bounty hunter laid on the bed and awaited for their instructions. "You seem like you know what you're doing." Said Boil. "I just operated the same exact surgery fifty five times straight. I know what I'm doing." Replied Ordo. He gave Boil a dose of chloroform and he was soon out cold, allowing Ezra and Ordo to begin their work.

Removing an inhibitor chip was no walk in the park even for droids, not to mention manually. Despite with the help of Ordo's experience, The two were having a hard time trying to dig out the chip buried in Boil's head without causing permanent brain damage to him. Blood spilled on the bed every once a while, and it was not helping.

An hour has passed, and the two haven't even located the inhibitor chip yet. All of a sudden, Ezra yelled out and almost scared the living day lights out of Ordo. "Wait, see that plastic in his brains? That's the chip. Give me a clamp. We need to disconnect the chip from his head." Ordo nodded in agreement and grabbed the clamp at the table and handed it to Ezra. "Here comes the fun part. The chip is hard wired into his brain. Any use of force could result in severe injury or even death. I learned that the hard way just earlier today."

"Keeps getting better." Ezra muttered. He used the clamp to keep the chip from slipping back in while Ordo piled down his visor and analysed the structure of the chip. "Okay. I'll do the cutting, and when I do, you drop a little of this into the breach. Got it?" Said Ordo as he shoved a jar of goo to Ezra. The jedi couldn't help but place his hand on his mouth to keep himself from throwing up. "Ugh...all right."

Ordo severed the first vessel, and heard the bounty hunter's muffled screams under his oxygen mask almost immediately. Ezra quickly dropped a spore of the goo into the cut. Ordo suddenly shrieked and signalled Ezra to hold it. "Wait! Let me give him another dose first." He stabbed the tiny needle into Boil's neck, rendering him unconscious, again. "We need to make this quick. That was the last dose." He continued.

He then worked on the remaining three neural vessels and repeated their steps. A while later, the two finally managed to extract the inhibitor chip, along with another patch of blood. Ezra breathed heavily in relief and put his tools aside to check on the unfortunate clone. "It didn't go as well as we thought. He needs a bacta tank, now." Said Ezra. "The only problem is, every other tank in the ship is occupied." Replied Ordo.

"Damn. We'll have to switch him with another one in that case." Ordo nodded and lifted Boil to a bacta tank with a little help from Ezra. Eventually, they found one that was stable enough to rest without a tank. Soon, Boil's life was off the balance and the other clone was resting in the sick bay. Ezra panted and looked at Ordo, the two grinned and knocked their arm plate together, signifying their success.

Without warning, Fives and the rest of the team walked out, along with their catch, Lando Calrissian. "So, what did you get back there?" Asked Ezra. "Nothing much. But we can assume who they are after here. The Statura family. They're one of the most active rebel cells on Garel right now. We need to lend them a hand, sir." Reported Boss. "Believe it or not, he IS on our ship right now, inside the cabin, along with his bounty hunter friend."

Fives raised his eyebrow and looked at Ezra. "Who's that?"

"He's a decommissioned clone. We just got rid of his inhibitor chip a while back. His name is Boil."