You both end up covered in dust and more than a little singed. But the Declaration is safe and your pockets are full. The music is still blaring as you emerge into the Club proper, but everyone has turned to stare at you in shock as you emerge.
A simple droid was also waiting for you, surrounded by magistrates. Inexplicably it was now wearing an expensive tuxedo and sipping a motor engine oil cocktail.
"Othym, Ms Koth. You exceeded our expectations. Gentleman, please see to booking the Tanks accomplices."
The lawmen start spreading throughout the club, arresting the various goons and hangers on as the A5CH165 invites you for a drink at the now deserted bar.