2. Prize I
Everything could be bought for a price.
Across the dirty table in the corner of the catina, a bag of coins was pushed by a gloved hand.
"When will you find her?"
Metal-encased fingers grabbed the bag. A pair of amoral eyes glowed as they gazed at the shiny contents.
"Give me a week, milord."
The bounty hunter laughed. "They haven't built space vessels that fast..."
"I have. A day."
Jango Fett looked at the Sith, considering. "Four days. I'll need to call in a favour first and that'll take some time. This woman won't be found unless she's betrayed." He looked into the mad yellow eyes that glared at him and smiled. "No one else would find her faster, I can assure you of that."
The Sith kept glaring, considering. Then at last -
"Three days. No more. And if you don't bring her to me by then, then you'd better start go into hiding yourself."
Fett watched the darkness swallow up the creature and sipped his drink slowly. A query that had been missing for years. A bag of money. A hint of danger.
The perfect job.
He threw back the drink with one gulp and grinned. If Sabe Jankerrie refused to return that favour she owed him, things could become very interesting indeed.