Anakin and Rex landed on Mandalore. The best intel they had led to the capital city. From there they would have to do all the leg work. Rex always felt a little odd when on Mandalore. The fact that he looked exactly like one of Mandalore's most notorious criminals was strange enough. On top of that not only did he look Mandalorian, he spoke with the same accent, his armor was even styled after Mandalorian designs, but he didn't belong there.

"Where are we going first, sir?"

"Well," Anakin looked around the cityscape thoughtfully. "I think it's safe to say that a clone kid might get some attention. Practically everyone in the galaxy knows what clones look like. We'll just have to start there. Mandalore has given us their 'full cooperation' in this matter, so I say we start with official channels, learn what we can, than find some unofficial channels."

Their leads led them to the lower half of the capital. The precinct offices let them have all the information they had on the clone boy. It wasn't much, but it did place him in the area not too long ago. As they left the offices Anakin gave Rex one of his sideways looks. "Now we go to the sources that will actually know something."

Not entirely sure what that meant, Rex still replied, "Understood, sir."

Crossing the street and wending their way down an alley Anakin and Rex came out near the back entrance to a factory. There were some people standing near the entrance smoking. Anakin stepped up to them. "Hello, ladies. Could you direct me to the nearest bar? I'm new in town." He gave them his most winning smile.

The women looked him up and down, then Rex. "Sure," said one, "it's down around the corner. A joint called Slackers Relief. If you and you're friend are still there in an hour, I'll come find you." She winked at them as one of her co-workers giggled.

"Sorry to disappoint," Anakin said, trying to be his most charming. "I'm just going for the booze."

"Your loss." She said, flicking her cigarette to the ground and stepped on it before disposing it in a nearby trash bin.

Entering the bar Rex and Anakin looked around at the rough looking, yet well kept place. "What do we do now?" Rex whispered to Anakin. In some ways, Anakin thought, Rex really was too young. He knew how to do things the official way, he had battle experience and could think and move like a soldier. But some of the shadier stuff? The stuff people learned by living? He really didn't know much about that.

"We figure out who's likely to know where a lone kid who doesn't want to be found might be. Let's just sit and observe for a while."

Rex nodded. "Understood, sir."

Sitting in one of the booths, Anakin ordered drinks for Rex and himself. People came and went over the next forty-five minutes, but Anakin still hadn't seen the kind of person he was waiting for. The type was common enough: someone who was connected enough, probably armed, probably had some money, but not a lot. The person might come with friends, or meet them at the bar. Would definitely want a back table where they could watch the door.

Keeping his eyes peeled, his patience was rewarded when in came just the kind of man he was looking for. He was a slinky fellow who perpetually kept his left hand on his blaster. The slinky man took a seat at a far table, his back to the wall and facing the door. Letting him get comfortable for a moment Anakin rose. "Rex, stay here and keep me covered. I should be back in just a minute."

Rex might not know much about finding the right kind of crook in a bar, but he knew how to keep General Skywalker covered. He nodded and kept his blaster in easy reach. Anakin strode over to Slinky who was currently scratching his blond hair as he waited for his drink. Anakin took a seat across from him, but not directly between Rex and himself. "Hey there, friend." Slinky looked unimpressed.

"I'm not you're friend."

"We can be, if you play nice."

"That depends on what you've got to motivate me." Slinky rubbed his fingers together indicating he wanted his palms greased. Anakin knew he had this guy right where he wanted him.

"So, what do you know about a young clone seen around the area about a week and a half ago?"

Slinky looked thoughtful for a moment, pursing his lips. "I might know something. I've seen him around. Whatcha got to help my memory?"

Anakin played his trump card. "Well, the only thing I might have of interest to you is this." He placed his lightsaber on the table in front of him. "I'm certain you don't want any Jedi complications in your life. Let me have the little fish, and I'll forget I ever saw you."

Slinky licked his lips nervously. Anakin had pegged him, correctly, as a man easily cowed by the powerful. Slinky was happy with his small time crime existence, and wasn't about to go out on a limb for someone he didn't even know. "He was around here. Goes by the name of Fett. Probably some copycat of the real deal. He died on Geonosis, you know, the real Fett I mean. Well, anyway, the clone kid has been around. Fancies himself a bounty hunter or something. Heard two days ago that he's under Death Watch protection. They were gonna stash him somewhere. Haven't seen him since."

"Do you know if he was taken off planet?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to get on the wrong side of Death Watch. I don't know anything else, so leave me alone and forget about me like you promised."

Anakin knew he wasn't getting much more out of this one. Time to move on. "Thank you for your time. I won't be seeing you around." Returning to Rex he motioned towards the door. "Let's go, I need to talk to some different people."