The hired weequay bodyguard stepped up and looked through the tall top floor suite windows overlooking the bustling city of Nar Shaddaa. The electrobinoculars zoomed in on the gray skinned alien who watched the busy airspeeder traffic clearly bored out of his primitive mind. It won't be boring much longer my friend soon you'll have to start earning those credits like the rest of us. Cassus thought shifting the electrobinoculars over to a different abandoned building a click and a half away from the target building where a tall red scaled trandoshan attached a heavy E-web repeater to a mounted tripod. Cassus stored the electrobinoculars on his belt and took the mandalorian helmet out from under his arm bring it over his head and locking the seal. He keyed the comlink in his helmet patched himself through to the trandoshan. "How's that heavy repeater coming along Krissik?" he asked taking the time to check his own equipment for good measure. Carbine, blaster pistol, thermal tape, detonator, flash bangs, all check.

"Be ready ssoon Cassusss." The trandoshan's said in his rough hissing voice his kind all spoke in. "Thiss weapon issn't in the besst condition." It was true; Cassus had acquired the weapon from a local dealer at a bargain, the repeater was anything but new and shiny. In fact it was a relic probably from the Clone Wars, just like him. But Cassus didn't need the weapon to work flawlessly; he just needed it to work. It's not like he'd be keeping the weapon after this encounter. The weapon might as well serve this purpose before it rusted away.

"Do you trust it to work well enough?" He asked his partner trusting him to decide if the weapon would perform up to standards and provide an adequate shock and awe effect.

"Yesss" he answered him setting the discussion.

Cassus continued to check his gear, sedative darts, grenades, spare power cells, grappling hook. He secured his jetpack and checked his harnesses making sure they were secure on his armor. Jango had taught him that checking and rechecking his equipment was never a waste of time, during ARC Trooper training Fett had ingrained countless lessons into his psyche. He turned his attention back to the top floor suite zooming in with his helmets visor. It didn't have the same magnification as the electrobinoculars but he didn't need to be able to count the specks of dirt on the windows. The weequay was still observing traffic outside like before looking bored at his security job. If you keep standing there di'kut you're going to die bored. Whatever local security firm was providing security for this suite it was very inadequate. He now wondered if the target had hired these di'kute because they didn't know good security when they saw it or if they were just too cheap to hire proper men who didn't waste time sitting bored and exposed at the windows. A white furred bothan stepped into view and he smirked to himself keying his comlink to his team. "Target is confirmed Fov'Lay is in his suite, what's everyone's status?"

"All ready over here Cassusss." Krissik hissed into his ear.

"What about you Naya?" Cassus asked hoping his pilot was doing more to earn her share than just twiddle her thumbs and waiting in the spaceport for a simple run. She had the simplest job with the absolute least amount of risk but somehow still managed to gripe about her share of the bounty. Flying a ship wasn't that hard but she'd walk away if she made a credit less than anyone else.

"I can lift off here in five minutes Cassus, just be sure you're on the east side of that building when I arrive, and with our bounty alive, I don't need to tell you this guy is worthless dead." The twi'lek sounded off in his ear making him inwardly sigh to himself. Much as he hated her less than sunny disposition she was undoubtedly one of better pilots in this line of work. Not that he'd admit that to her, she'd most likely try raising her rates if she though he did anything less than tolerate her and accept her skills as nothing more than adequate at most. One time she had managed to fly him and their cargo in and out of an imperial garrison without making a single stormtrooper turn their heads in suspicion. When she asked if he was impressed with her handiwork he lied and told her he'd seen his fellow clones preform just as well back in the war. It wasn't a complete lie but the only pilots that had managed to fly that far under enemy sensors had been something else completely. Not like she needed to know that. But despite the girls greed she was one of the few people he could trust almost absolutely. And a combination of talented and trustworthy where a rare blend in this galaxy. So he put up with her trying to haggle up her cut of the bounties. But then again he didn't need an expert pilot to pull this particular stunt off. Heck any pilot could do this in their sleep. He supposed at the end of the day he just liked having Naya around so he could argue with someone and be assured that no matter what rock he happened to be on at the time she could fly him off in any rusty crate with engines.

"That's easy for you to say Naya; you're not the one who's going to get shot at." He said into his comlink checking the scope of his M5 carbine another of his souvenirs from the Clone Wars. Unlike that E-web however he had kept his weapon in pristine condition.

"What do you mean I won't get shot at?" she huffed. "Once I extract your ass Cassus those meatheads are probably going to start taking pot shots at me."

"What are you afraid of Naya? Them singing the paint off with those hand blasters?" he prodded knowing full well her ship would withstand whatever small arms where in that villa.

"If they do I'm charging you to get her repainted Cassus." She growled and Cassus cut the comlink letting her growl her threats into nothing but static. That was sure to get her panties in a little twist.

"Arguing with Naya again Cassus?" his helmets visor pulled up a holofeed of a purple skinned hutt. Gruka was her name; Cassus knew that technically hutts weren't defined by gender since they were all asexual gastropods. But Gruka's name and voice sounded more feminine and it was easier in his mind to think of the expert slicer as a she than it "it". The fact that Gruka was willing to talk in galactic basic instead of her native huttese was already very unusual for her kind. The fact that she was willing to make a living as a bounty hunter and get her hands dirty slicing into security systems and secure files just about made her a separate species entirely.

"Not really it was a boring conversation anyway." He said dismissing the hutt's attempt at small talk. He wanted off this cesspool as soon as possible. It was one of the reasons he envied the slicer, as long as Gruka could access what they needed through the HoloNet she could slice into it parsecs away. Even something that wasn't connected to the HoloNet like a hotels security system could be sliced into so long as Cassus manually connected a specialized transmitter custom made by the hutt herself into the Hotels systems connecting it to the HoloNet and giving Gruka a backdoor into the computer terminals. Cassus had installed one of those handy little devices into one of the hotels computers just yesterday. It had taken him a few hours to find a terminal to attach it to without being noticed. It had only taken Gruka two minutes to slice in after words. If Naya was handy to keep around then Gruka was irreplaceable.

"You got that turbolift under control?" He asked knowing full well that the competent hutt had managed to take control of all the hotels systems, the turbolifts were almost an afterthought to Gruka.

"It's not going anywhere Cassus unless I want it to. Is everyone ready?" She said.

"Looks like it Gruka just keep your slimy hands ready in case things change. And keep your eyes on that security feed and let me know if anything goes wrong." Cassus opened the comm channel to Krissik and Naya. "You on that gun Krissik?" he asked making a final inspection on his gear and weapons. He could think of a thousand other ways he could be spending his time right now. And every one of them seemed to be wasteful compared to checking his equipment for the umpteenth time.

"Ready when you are Cassusss." The trandoshan hissed into his ear enthusiastically.

"What about you Naya?" he asked the twi'lek.

"CASSUS IF YOU EVER CUT ME OFF WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU AGAIN I'LL MAKE YOU REGRET THAT YOU WERE EVER CLONED." She yelled into his ear making him flinch a little in his helmet.

"It's not like I've never heard that before." he murmured under his breath.

"WHAT?" she screamed again into his ear.

"Nothing" he answered making a note that his comlink's microphone was a lot more sensitive than he'd given it credit before. "Are you in the air Naya or not?"

"Of course I'm on the ground what do you think I'm doing here Cassus?" She huffed; Cassus could almost see the image of Naya pouting in her ships cockpit at him.

"Good so let's get to the hard part then. Krissik I want you to open fire as in thirty seconds, just keep them pinned down and watch your fire we can't have you hitting me or Fov'Lay. Just make them think you're the star of the show. Naya be ready for that pickup in three minutes." They both acknowledged him and he keyed off his mic. He gave his jetpack and systems once last glance over and started running across the roof jumping over the edge and keying the controls sending him flying towards the hotel suite. He zoomed in with his helmet and saw the same weequay standing at the window. Then Krissik opened up with his E-web. The first bolt melted thought the transparisteel window and caught the weequay showering him in molten slag and plasma instantly burning his body away instantly. Looks like you died bored di'kut. The Transparisteel of the windows were torn away as the heavy repeater tore away everything in its path setting fire to the wooden furnishings. A few security guards stepped up to the windows trying to get a fix on the attacker's location only to be disintegrated by the lash of fire. Even if they could locate Krissik Cassus doubted they had anything with a long enough range to touch him. And with the turbolift out of commission and Gruka controlling the doors to the fire stairs they had no place to run. Cassus touched down on the east side as Krissik fired in from the north. He let off the jetpack and fired his magnetic grapple attached to his belt. It attached to a durasteel wall and reeled himself up to the wall. He hit the side of the building hard enough to get the wind knocked out of him and needed to take a second to recover. He pulled his thermal detonator tape out from his belt and started outlining an entrance wide enough for two people to fit through. He moved to the side clearing away from the outline and grabbed the detonator. "Breaching." He said into the comlink telling Krissik to get off the E-web and get to something with a little more precision out. I'd be a shame to die by friendly fire at a time like this. Cassus keyed the detonator and the tape blew shattering the durasteel and making his entrance. Leave it to your average hutts to cut corners on their own buildings. The durasteel walls were thin here according to the blueprints Gruka had pulled up. If it had been thicker he would have needed a larger shape charge to make a door with but then there would be a good chance that would kill those behind the wall including their little white furred target. The large metal slab fell out gripped by gravity and fell down into the depths of Nar Shadda. Cassus tossed in a flashbang and grabbed his M5 carbine. As soon as he heard the bang he swung in disengaging the magnetic grapple and bringing the carbine to bear. Two guards lay on the floor stunned by the flashbang clutching their ears in agony. He put them out of their misery with two clean shots and moved it further checking his corners. Another Weequay popped out from behind an overturned table for makeshift cover when a shot caught him from the side and neutralizing him. Krissik could always be counted on to provide cover fire in situations like this. A large Nikto popped out from cover bringing a rifle to bear, behind him a white bothan sprinted for the stairs. Cassus put two into the Nikto's chest and brought his left gauntlet up firing off the wrist mounted dart launcher and catching the bothan in the back with the sedative and making him plop down on the floor unconscious.

"Retrieving target, cover me." He announced snapping back to his carbine and moving to recover Fov'Lay he crouched by the bothan and grabbed him by the fur dragging him across the floor towards the hole he had breached in the durasteel wall. He let the carbine fall to his side hanging by its sling as he began attaching the harnesses to the furry bothan strapping his target on his chest and securing him to his chest.

"Target secure, Naya what's your ETA?" he asked drawing his DC17S blaster pistol and taking aim to cover the hallway. He would have preferred his carbine but it's significantly harder to aim and shoulder a rifle when you have a big harry rat strapped to your chest.

"Thirty seconds helmet head." Said Naya. "I didn't expect you to finish up so fast, how about next time you give the bastards a chance." She huffed as if it was his fault she was late.

"Ssoft ones coming your way Cassusss." Krissik said meaning a fair number of guards were going to be here soon. He cursed seeing that there wasn't any real cover for him to get behind. He crouched and angled his body so he was mostly covering Fov'Lay's body with his own trusting his armor to protect his target. He aimed his pistol downrange and hoped he didn't seriously have to use it. Shooting a pistol one handed and your arm outstretched at an awkward angle was anything but accurate, he didn't really hope to hit anything like this but if the security was cautious he could pin them down with a suppressive fire. He didn't doubt that these scumbags would kill Fov'Lay if they had to. The bothan was an information broker and associate of the hutts. His employer wanted him alive with his mind and knowledge intact. But he was more than positive that the guards were told that it the hutts couldn't have Fov'Lay then no one could. He cursed this furry hut'uun for weighing so much, if he was lighter he could use his jetpack but that was hoping for too much right now.

Several men shuffled into view and Cassus fired trying to pin them down. Krissik took another one out with his sniper rifle and the guards scrambled to find cover taking whatever form of protection they could find. Cassus fired at anything that moved hitting just close enough to make anyone who peaked there head out at him think twice. A bolt caught his back and ricocheted off the beskar plate. The guards where popping off pot shots and shooting around there cover in blind fire, inaccurate but a hit is a hit and they could kill you all the same. The sound of roaring engines drew his attention to the city outside. A black and orange HWK-290 freighter came into view overhead. "Get your Mandalorian clone ass out of there Cassus right now!" Naya yelled into his ear.

Cassus didn't need to be told anything else as he grabbed for his grapple and fired off the magnetic end attaching it to the hull of the freighter and jumping out the entrance firing his pistol to keep them at bay and letting the cable catch him and his target they swung on the cable as Cassus keyed his comlink. "Take us away Naya." He ordered the twi'lek turning to pace the building and bringing his blaster to bear on the breached entrance and fired seeing the guards gather around the opening rifles in hand. Even with both hands and a frontal stance shooting while hanging from a moving freighter didn't help his accuracy much either. The some of the guards took cover but even still some held their ground and took more accurate stances going prone or taking a knee before shooting. The shots were rather wild and between the moving of the ship and the swinging cable I'd be almost impossible for anyone to make that shot no matter how skilled they were.

A damn lucky shot was a different matter entirely.

The red bolt caught Fov'Lay in the chest completely by luck. The cable swung into its path almost suddenly if he had seen that coming he would have shielded the bothan. The bolt had burned through his harry flesh and ribcage and all the way through his body being stopped by his armor. The bothan was dead, plain and simple. The bounty was for alive; his employer had no use for the fuzz ball if he was dead, corpses didn't talk after all. And if the customer wasn't going to pay for a corpse then there was no reason to hang onto it. Cassus released the harnesses and let the body go. It was dead weight now, literally. He let the corpse fall down into the city below. He sighed watching his lost credits fall away from him into the shadows of Nar Shadda. Time credits and planning all wasted. And worse of all Naya was going to have a fit about this once she found out.