The time he’d been waiting for through several months had finally arrived. Information on the Chevin Conglomerate had been sliced from data spikes over the past couple of weeks, and now they’d chosen to make their move. Motives were questionable, but ‘Slick’ had no concern for treasure hunting when there were cantina’s alcohol supplies to drain. Though he was a valuable slicer himself, he had yet to be approached by anyone official concerning his work - until now.
It was just a quiet night in the cantina, everyone with any sort of greed for credits having up and left to try their luck at this treasure hunting lark. It was a joke to Slick, really, but at least it meant easy access to the bartender and conversation in the cantina without having to shout over countless groups of mercenaries or …force senstives. As he was knocking back another shot with a smuggler he’d been discussing the spice trade with, there was a quick impact against the back of his head, followed by a shriek from his current company. The shock was enough to compromise his balance, and although he reached rather quickly for the vibroknife shealthed at his thigh, it wasn’t quite fast enough to defend himself from this currently unseen attacker.
The second blow landed firmly enough once again between his shoulder blades, this time knocking out his balance completely as he crumpled to the floor. Whatever company he’d had at the bar before had cleared off by now, and from what Slick could make out in the swirling distorted cloud that had once been his field of vision, he could see why. Bounty Hunter. At last someone had put a price on Slick’s head, heh. Made sense why nobody would want to intervene.
I love Withnail. That time Karreja hung out with him as Slick was fun. She had nooooo idea.