Mangus hadn't thought to use Wac as a means of misdirection, another trait his femme fatale companion possessed that show her to be a more experienced Bounty Hunter than he. Still though, he took no pleasure in the ploy or seeing Wac suffer as they walked away. They knew where to go now, so if things went well this journey was more or less over now but Mangus felt it would not be all that simple. Looking to his side at Iveta'Gal as they walked down towards forty numbered docks he began to speak. "Asking him to do that may get him killed if one of our competitors finds out they were lied to." Mangus said as he brought a hand up to brush his face in a sign of exhaustion and frustration. "He may be a no good Rodian junk slinger but I'd rather not have his death on my conscious if you know what I mean." Mangus went on, sticking his hands in his pockets and looking up towards the numbered platforms of the docks. One by one the began to pass the landing pads until they finally reached their destination, docking bay forty-seven. Mangus stopped and peered around the corner to get a better view on things but he could already feel things were not right even before doing so. When his eyes finally caught a glimpse of the target a sigh of relief escaped his lips but it was short lived, for around him stood a small army of slavers and mercenaries. Mangus knew this would not be an easy feat now, and to make matters worse he and Iveta'Gal weren't the only ones watching this scene unfold.