"Hell of a black market, hardly any trace, too, I'd wager."

But Donatello made a good point. He looked between the two of them, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Aye, that won't do." But he smirked as an idea occurred to him.

"Think I can pull off Imperial wanker? I might be able to get us through the door. If it's illicit, I doubt the sods running the place are expecting real names."