The fuzz.....there was a group i didnt like working with... They always needed permission to do everything, I knew, that al you realy needed was skill. The guy needed my help. I asked for my payment. Of course, not all of it, just a bit, to help he see if Im interested. I walked through the holotape. And told him my fees.
Tracer whistled low. First thing he noticed was the body, single shot. To the back. Either some one wasnt expecting it, or they were racing for their lifes, either way, they didnt make the score. There wasnt a sign of struggle, or any carbon scoring. One shot. One kill. There was a Rodian, standing outside the door, peering in.
This guy, let me tell you, he was ugly as they came, even for a rodian. I reached for my gun. The Rodian's eyes snapped onto my hand, and he bolted. I took off after him, drawing my blaster, and chasing him through the strrets
((hope you dont mind if i chase the rodian for a couple of posts, then either lose, or catch, or kill said rodian))
[i]The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed[/i]
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