So you spooks want to know how we found that, huh? I guess I have no choice but to tell it all to you. So where do I begin? Ah, yes, that's right the contract that lead me and my colleagues to that thing.
It was about a year and a half ago on some backwater colony planet. My crew and I had just got done drinking at some local crappy bar. You know, that one kind of bar that fills half of your beer with water and uses the leftovers of some other glasses. Dang, that guy was always a cheapskate.
Anyways, we were just leaving. Banquore was counting all the credits for winning some drinking contest, and I swear no matter the amount of drinks you put in that kid he'll always act as if he's immune to them. I was...oh, right. You don't know who Banquore is.
Banquore W. Isep, or at least that's what he says his name is. He says he's 27 but I'd put money on it that he's somewhere in his early twenties. Covered head to toe in gang tats, originally he's from some undercity gang district. He carries a pair of gang plated dual magnums and shows them off as if they're the best girlfriends in the galaxy. And he names them, too.
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