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“Whatever they’re paying you, I’ll double it!”
Seran paused, a few steps from the door, and glanced back at the officer. “You’ll pay double of anythin’ huh?”
There had been a tight desperation to the man’s features that began to ease up, a small smile touching his lips. “That’s right. Let’s talk credits, hunter. You have a price, and I’m willing to pay. Just get rid of that Sith and her pet and I’ll fill your account. No more playing bodyguard for those ungrateful wretches. Someone of your caliber shouldn’t be tasked with such a mundane job anyway.”
Seran turned to face the man properly, hands resting on his belt. “So, you’re gonna buy their lives out of my hands, and you’ll pay enough to cover the loss?”
“Of course! I realize such powerful figures likely have extensive funds but I assure you-” the man cut himself off, eyes widening as Seran pulled his blaster. “What are you doing?”
“Correcting your assumption,” he said simply, raising it without hesitation. “It’s not a job. They’re my kids.”
“Oh, oh I… I’m sorry I didn’t…” The man went pale, holding his hands up. “No, no please you don’t have to do this. Don’t -!”
A single shot through the head was followed by several into his chest, to make sure the idiot was dead. Seran activated his comm, going around the desk. “Mako? We need t’ do some research. Someone’s out for our people.”