Kyle stood there, as one of the crowd.
Not one person in the passing crowd would notice Kyle. No one was caught
looking or hearing anything down here: it was and unwritten rule. The
bowels of Imperial Center have always been this way: if you were there,
you wanted to disappear from sight. Kyle looked with disgust at the
ration bar he pulled from his pocket.
"Stang! Damn these Imperial Rations™,
they taste like the rear of a Bantha." He scanned the crowd again.
He felt that tickle in the back of his head, and he knew that his contact
was close. He hated that feeling, but pushed it out of his thoughts.
Kyle shuffled off to a secluded corner and watched his contact draw
near. The man blended perfectly, and no one would remember him, just
the way Kyle wanted it. The man walked over to Kyle and said, "I
believe I have the information you are needing."
Kyle shoved the man down a darker alley
and shoved his blaster right up next to the spy's nose. "Uhh uhh...
Sir, wait…" The man was paralyzed with fear and was barely managing
to stuttered out the words. Before another word could be said, three
bolts hit the man squarely in the face. The first two scorched most
of his head, and third sailed through, fairly unimpeded. The lifeless
body crumpled as Kyle turned to face the crowd, giving no thought to
the man who he had just shot. Kyle then spotted his true contact and
"Hey!" Kyle shouted, no one even noticed
his outburst. The man walked Kyle's way and introduced himself.
"It’s a pleasure Kyle, I am known as Red
Q. I believe you are looking for some information on the whereabouts of a certain
high placed Imperial Sympathizer."
"Ya." Kyle replied. "He was trying
to hook the Rebellion up with some much needed supplies, when our collection
force turned up missing".
"That’s what the word in the space
lanes is," replied the burly man. "Now you vigilantes want
to know where this man is so you can, let me put it plainly, dispose
Kyle was taken aback "Vigilantes? Hey now,
I'm just a mercenary coming to collect a certain debt from a bad business
Red Q chuckled, "If that’s how you
want to look at it, I suppose it makes sense." "So, you have
been in the 'services-for-hire' business?" Kyle knew he would
grow tired of this pointless banter quickly, so he tried to coax the
information out of Red.
"Look man or whatever you are…" Kyle
said, "What I need, what I'm paying you for, is the location of
this certain business partner."
Red chuckled, "You afraid to speak his name?"
Kyle scowled in return, "Look, I don’t want
to broadcast the fact that I'm looking for a high ranking official in the Imperial
Hierarchy, while announcing that I am working for the Rebels on contract to
Neutralize him. Especially not on Imperial Center itself."
"Hmm, well I suppose you might be in a little
danger when you're on the planet that holds the headquarters of the Empire."
Red was just toying with Kyle now, and Kyle was already tired from the long
Kyle cursed the man in silence, and tried again
to get the business deal rolling. "You need to authenticate my credit
"I suppose" replied Red. Kyle handed
him the chit, and after Red mumbled the chit's code into him comlink
the reply came back positive. "So," Red ventured forth, "You
come to this nice resort often".
Kyle had definitely had enough now; he stealthy
reached for his blaster and whipped the Bryar into Red's face before
Red knew what had happened. "Ok," seethed from Kyle's clenched
teeth, "Now we really do get down to business, what is the name
of the system?"
"Sepian" replied Red, quite coolly
considering the situation he was in, "…But, I really don’t think you wanted
the information that way…" But before Kyle could blink, Red grabbed him
with three of his arms, while his fourth grabbed Kyle's blaster, and quickly
shoved it into one of his inside pockets, or maybe even a shoulder holster.
Kyle had good reflexes for a human, but many other species in the galaxy had
much better, this was obviously one of them.
The man took off, with Kyle's Bryar in
tow. Kyle was furious and bellowing, "STANG!! That son of a nerf….
When I get my hands on him…" As Kyle took off after the thief/informant,
he swiped your standard BlasTec pistol from a passerby. There was a
small outburst from the man who had lost his weapon, but no one even
noticed. "What a rotten, filthy city" Kyle thought to himself.
"I'll be glad to get off this damn rock." He knew he should
turn down that language, or he might turn off Jan. But he pushed that
from his mind, as he pressed on after his blaster...
-- Check out Chapter Two!
-- By: Bill