The landspeeder inches forward, and the salesbeing scoots aside with a squeak.  The woman in the speeder punches the throttle then, and the two spies careen down the street, and around a corner.  The salesbeing shouts a few choice curses at them as they depart, and then mutters to herself as she heads back to the front of the speeder shop.  She pays the lazy raindrops that have begun to fall no mind, and falls back into her sales patter when some more spacers come jogging out of the spaceport.<br/><br/>A holographic map of the city hovers on the corner of the street.  It's easy enough to pinpoint the addresses of your contacts. They are both within a couple kilometers of the spaceport.